Argh!
I don’t go out in the sun a whole lot, and it’s not just that I’m a hermit. Although of course I am a hermit. Years ago (I was still in college) I began to get a rash if I was exposed to the sun. But not always. I never knew when it would happen. Sunscreen made (and makes) no difference. And once it starts, any more sun exposure “grows” the rash into a lovely mess.
Sigh.
I could feel this coming on yesterday, when I was driving home from SoCal. I actually wondered if I was getting it the day before, when I saw one bump, but then I thought it wasn’t going anywhere and I was safe.
So now my left arm is covered in these awful bumps. My right arm has a few as well. They hurt. And they are ugly, too. And there is nothing to do but wait until they go away. Meanwhile I have to wear long sleeves if I go outside at all, because once I get them, any sun exposure at all is a killer.
Maybe this is just a way to make up for the “I have no purpose now,” mode I was in, eh? Cool.
Or not.