My goodness has it been hot around here for a minute or so! Here in the Greater Seattle area, we are having what is affectionately (and, many times, completely accurate) called our Two Weeks of Summer. As I am writing this (6:28pm) it is 88 degrees.
This is not a complaint. I’m actually loving it. I live for the sun, always have. Keep it warm and sunny and I am a very happy girl. Makes you wonder why I live in a place where the sun is a rarity for most of the year. 😉
For the first time in my entire life, I seem to be extremely prone to burning. I usually tan easily, hardly ever burn, but this year I’ve had to up the SPF to 30. Usually a modest SPF of 4 has been my armour against the damaging rays of the sun, and usually only when someone reminds me to put some on. Occasionally, I’ve used a SPF 15.
The first burn of the year I didn’t think anything of…burning off that winter skin, right? The second burn baffled me. I went straight to the store and bought sunscreen in my normal range, SPF 15. I still burned, though not as much. Back to the store to get sunscreen with a bit more protection.
So, I ask myself, what is so different this year than last year? Is it my age (I’m 43)? Is it the whole global warming thing? Is it because of some of the medications I take for bipolar? (according to the potential side effects listings, no)
I have been a fairly healthy person my whole life. No breaks, no major illnesses (ok. except the ones I caused myself by being stupid and partying too much); pretty much no medical history at all except for pregnancies and medication management. I don’t do ‘broken’ well for the sheer fact that I am lacking any experience with what its like and how to deal with it. This last year has been a learning experience.
Its not that I have had a bunch of things, medically, go wrong. I severely sprained my ankle. That was interesting. I’m so stubborn, and so used to not being hurt, that I probably undermined the healing process by continuing life as usual, to the best of my ability. I did buy an ankle brace/slip on, sock-like thing to support my ankle on the morning walks with the dogs but that really was the only time I wore it, despite being told to do otherwise by family and friends. What can I say? It bothered me more than the ankle did with out it. Just saying.
I’ve been noticing little things that are different. I’m guessing it does have to do with my age, though I’m still not sure about the sunburn thing. My dad has always tanned beautifully and I’ve always tanned like him. I’m not sure if he used/uses a sunscreen. Dad?
Change…it is what life is about, where you find the most interesting of things and some of the most challenging. Change is where you find out who you are and what those around you are made of. Though the desire to have things just stay the same does come around from time to time, I couldn’t imagine my life without change.