We had some sun a few days ago. I buzzed my hair off before coming to work, and got myself a sunburn on my dome after a very long day spent mostly on deck. As I am the color of a fish's belly, my head of course turned a bright cherry red.
Oh, I was smart. I put sunblock on my face, neck and ears. Didn't think of my goddam head, though. Wicked smaht, as I often say.
And now, it being a few days later, I'm happy that the discomfort has gone. My head no longer feels like I could fry an egg on it... and of course, my UV damaged scalp has started peeling. So I got that going for me.
Seriously, it looks like Christmas every time I move my head. The flakes fly. My head looks like a diseased dog's ass.
Now that the horses are out, I closed the barn door. I've got a hat on when I go outside, so that the seagulls won't pick the scabs off my head.
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Been there, done that.
On the USS Ronald Reagan off the coast of Sandy Eggo, a ride along on my daughter's ship. I brought sunblock, which I forgot about down in her squadron's Ready Room. No caps allowed on the flight deck during flight ops. Went up to watch, you guessed it, flight ops.
Top of my head could have been used as a "right red returning" buoy.
Man, I feel your pain, literally.
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