Terrible. At seeing the above monstrosity, a friend of mine said, “That is so awful. You look like a Zeltron.” He couldn’t have been more on the mark. But it wasn’t just my begging-to-be-toned stomach that got burned, oh no, that only got the brunt of it. My legs (up to half my thigh), right arm, right armpit, chest, and face also got fried - at varying degrees and only on my frontside, due to falling asleep on my back. So, essentially, I look like someone sewed patches of different skins together; like Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas or Jame Grub’s skin suit from Silence of the Lambs.
“It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again!”
Now, you may be asking yourself what this has to do with being sick. Apparently, my scorched skin caused my immune system to, for lack of better words, freak out which in turn caused me to get sick. Sunday, I woke up with the chills, difficulty to breathe, sore throat, dizziness, and stomach sickness. It didn’t help that my movement was inhibited by the sting of the sunburn, either. But in this fifth day of illness, I'm doing much better and only have to contend with a migraine that pulsates against the back of my skull with every step.
To be completely honest, I have been debating burning my backside as well so it can at least match my front.
Mmm... Skin cancer.
