I have always been a sun worshipper, and am now paying what will probably be a small price, perhaps nothing greater than the annoyance of this bandage and the temporary spot on the bridge of my nose. A visit yesterday to my dermatologist entailed her spritz-freezing the spot on my nose, and doing a biopsy of the one just above the brow. Last year, she sprayed two tiny spots with her handy cannister of nitrogen and told me to start using sun block, and I faithfully have, but two new spots have appeared and she tells me that they are most likely the result of many years of over-exposure. She is not really concerned, but did the biopsy just to be on the safe side.
Every time she left the room to attend to other patients, I jumped up and perused a rack of brochures touting a variety of treatments to erase wrinkles, discolorations and all other age-related vexations. If I had it to do all over again, I'd sit in the shade. This is most likely nothing serious, but I am just a tiny little bit on the vain side, and this bandaid will mean I'm staying home tonight watching American Idol while reapplying ointment.
Ra, this is how you repay decades of adoration? You are an evil god.
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I have somehow managed to dodge that bullet so far. And this is someone, who in their youth would hit the beach bright and early and not leave until it was time for a refreshing lie down before tea dance.
These days I am being rescued from my own foolhardiness because since I turned the corner of 50 a few years ago, I simply can not tolerate the sun for long periods of time anymore.
That doesn't stop me from working in the garden for hours on end, I just sensibly take breaks in the shade, reapplying sun screen and drinking water.
You're still hot, even with band-aids.
Makes you look tough.
Ha! My scalp could be harvested for liquid nitrogen, it's been sprayed so often.
I always sit in the shade, and sun screen is a necessity in my job. To be basking in the full sun, I have to be engaged in some kind of physical activity ... gardening, biking ... or on or near water.
Perhaps you should spend the next few decades worshipping the Norse god of winter ... who goes by the name of Hoor, by the way.
I hope any fears you have are soon alleviated. Oh, and I'm glad your fabulous eyebrows are not hidden by that bandaid.
I'm pale as death. Once in a while I feel I should get some "healthy colour" and I'll use the 'sun shower' at the gym. Once. Then I'll forget again...
oh, poor little cupcake. it is one of the wretched things of aging, this becoming polka-dotted with the pale spots of nitro freezing.
i haven't any yet, but i've declined the sun for most of the last 30 years. my beloved is brown as a berry and absolutely vain. it's a bad combination, the urge for browning and vanity.
you do look cute with the bandaid, though.
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