Last week I spent all day outside on a marine base in the California sunshine. I remembered to put sunscreen everywhere except my part.
This isn't the first time I've neglected this part of my body. It's not even the worst. When I was fourteen I took a Disney Cruise in the Bahamas and got those cornrow braids (I was so cool when I was fourteen). Fifteen braids meant fourteen parts, none with sunscreen. It looked like I had dandruff for a week.
If I learned one thing from this experience, it's that you shouldn't scratch your head after you've gotten a massive sunburn. This may not have been the lesson I should have learned, but it appears to be the one I did.
At any rate, I was doing a very good job of this. I was letting my scalp heal on its own and resisting every itch that passed over it.
About half through a five hour marathon of meetings today, I excused myself to the restroom. Upon catching a glimpse of my reflection, I froze in horror. The entire strip of skin killed by the sun had separated from my scalp and shifted roughly a centimeter to the right. I certainly hadn't left my apartment looking like this. I had no idea when it had happened. How long I'd looked like this.
I interviewed a prospective employee today. His PhD research won his adviser the Nobel Prize a few decades ago. This man has an equation named after him.
How humiliating.
It took forever, but I managed to make myself look presentable. I slid back into the meeting and avoided eye contact with everyone for the next several hours.
And next time I'll definitely remember to wear sunscreen
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