The Triumphant Return of Marquee Monday!
It’s back, and it’s better than ever!
The bad news: my father-in-law, Brent (almost as awesome as my mother-in-law, Yoriko) has cancer.
The good news:he is expected to fully recover.
The other good news: while on our way to visit him in a Murray, UT hospital I spotted this primo marquee.
I hope David A. takes full advantage of the deal.
In other news, I’ve missed the last two Marquee Mondays due to two different ailments. First it was attack of the killer reaction as allergy season hit full-force. I spent Monday taking allergy pills that cost a small fortune and still didn’t work and sucking on cough drops that didn’t work, either. In fact, the cough drops so thoroughly DID NOT do their job that I had a near-spasm (okay, so it was a bona fide spasm) in the Salt Lake Public Library. Yeah, the library. You know, where you’re supposed to be quiet? Luckily, my writer buddy Sara Zarr went downstairs to the coffee shop and got me some herbal tea, which calmed the attack. What a pal, eh?
I went to California to escape the trauma (among other reasons) but sadly, trauma occurred there as well! Now, the trauma was mainly self-induced, but… I went to Huntington Beach one afternoon, and lotioned up with this uber-SPF sunscreen. I put it all over my face, my neck, arms, shoulder, part in my hair, and my feet. I put a dab of sunscreen behind each knee but otherwise skipped my legs, because I never burn on my legs. Famous last words, right?
I missed Marquee Monday entirely because I got burned so badly I spent the next eight days in bed. I got up only to go to the bathroom, which was torture. I ate pizza, ice cream, and lots of chocolate. I couldn’t get up to cook, wash clothes, climb stairs, or even sit for more than 20 minutes. I couldn’t use my laptop because it burned my lap (even on a pillow). I missed two Sundays of church because I couldn’t wear nylons, and bare legs were SO not an option (I was going to include a photo of my legs, but they’re too gross, even for the Internet).
I finally decided to go to Urgent Care yesterday, which was great besides giving me sweet, sweet pain medicine the doctor also provided ointments and antibiotics for my possibly infected burn.
Now for the irony. Most people in my life have been supportive of me and my pathetic, purple (yes, PURPLE) legged self. With the exception of my herb-tea-fetching writer chum, who has done nothing but berate me for my idiocy. Because using sunscreen is a no-brainer. So forget the sympathy vote.
Sara Zarr and her tough love. Man, it hurts as much as the burn (okay, so actually not really).
sara z. says:
You only get one skin, Emily!!!! Yeah, yeah, it’s constantly falling off in microscopic (or, um, not so microscopic) bits and regenerating itself but STILL.
But…we made a deal that I wouldn’t say anything else about it in exchange for…actually I don’t remember what I’m getting out of this deal. Why did I agree to it? Hmmm.
corrinne L says:
Emily!
No wonder we haven’t had lunch yet - you’re all broken! I too have had a purple sunburn experience (shoulders though and after falling asleep on a raft in a swimming pool with NO sunscreen on - supremely stupid I know) and it’s horrible. I went through bottles of the blue goo stuff with lidocaine in it - sweet, sweet pain relief. I hope you’re recovering and let’s get together soon!
bree says:
Emily,
Hopefully, your legs will turn into a nice permanent tan–but if you are like me, after all the agony, you’ll go back to being snow white. Yeesh.
I hope you are feeling better. I like your excuse for not going to church–”But Bishop, I couldn’t put nylons on!” I’ll have to remember that one
Oh, and I’m looking forward to the next marquee!