fellonearth

My first real day of Summer! No more school and a day off from work, so what did I do? Why sleep-in naturally . And then I decided that I was going to do a "little yard work". I decided I was going to dig out a large planterbox next to the room I am renovating (it was allowing moisture into the walls, and hence the mold I'm having to... *cough, cough, hack* Ahem!... Deal with...) Actually I felt great doing some real work for a change. Nothing like hard labor to toughen you up. (Plus I hear it's good for the soul). Well, I started around noon and took a water break at about two. Then I jumped, bare chested, into the "pit" and got right back into the rhythm of digging and pulling through the web of tree roots that had grown into it. Well, I cleared a large enough area along the wall (where the plastic "weather barrier" was placed and I saw that the roots had actually grown under and back through the barrier putting holes in it (hence the reason for the moisture and mold). I kept up the same pace filling the wheel barrow and shuttling it down and back up the hill towards the compost pile for a good long while until I could hardly hold the shovel or grip the handles on the wheel barrow any longer (plus the sun was starting to dip down). I took off my work gloves and looked at the blisters on my hands and could only smile. I had no idea that I had been at it for so long, and when I came back inside it was past seven! . And then I saw my back in the mirror when I went to wash off all the sweat and filth. A bright crimson glow was reflecting off of my burned back and shoulders. Oh man, I am an idiot. I wanted to get a little sun, not a freeking solar radiation burn. Damn UV rays went right through the tree canopy and scorched my white ass. I'm feeling ok now, but I know I'm going to be a raving lunatic by tomorrow (I'm not looking foreward to it) My skin gets so irritated and itchy when I get sunburned, I should be declared temporarily insane while I go through the whole *itch*... *itch*... *itch*... *itch*itch*itch*itch*itch*itch*itch*itch* god-please-make-it-stop-before-I-fucking-kill-something! faze (oh, and I do try like the dickens not to itch the itch, because it only makes it itch worse). And before you tell me to use a topical treatment like aloe or hydrocortisone cream or anything else like that, sorry it won't work for me (it only makes me itch worse). About the only thing that has worked for me in the past is to get completely drunk. Once I get to that "Heeey! I'm fuggin'vincible" *hick-up* phase, everything is all right, I'll just have to keep drinking fluids to flush the toxic and diuretic effects of the alcohol and to keep my skin hydrated. Sorry bladder, sorry brain cells, but it must be done! To bad I work for the next 3 days! I'll have to settle for the evenings I guess. (Anyone got the time to put up with a raving loonie for the next couple of nights?)