Being an author is like being in charge of your own personal insane asylum.

- Graycie Harmon

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Burns and Bruises

My flatmate appears to be extremely jealous of the horrid bruise I have on my left forearm. It is there courtesy of the bow string from Equestrian Archery training on Sunday. Her comment last night was, "Man, I want an epic bruise." I almost gave her one. Not really. I giggled at the absurdity of it. It got me thinking though.

I very much like my bruise. No, I'm not a masochist. I didn't like getting the bruise. It hurt like hell. Now that it's here, however, I like it. It's a bizarre badge of honour... in a world where training bow and arrow is entirely unnecessary.

Man, I was so born in the wrong era!

The thing I have at the moment that is less a badge of honour and more a reminder of how pale I am, is my horrific sunburn. Acquired during the trail ride Sunday afternoon, it has now become so painful as to have me wishing for an ice bath and the day off work. My arms and face have returned more or less to normal. It's the back of my neck and shoulders that are constantly on fire.

My scalp, of all things, as well.

This also had me thinking. Perhaps I should move to the UK, where the sun is both less strong and less frequent. It also had me thinking this:

For all my aches and pains, burns and bruises, I would not trade my life for any other's right now. This is a big deal for me. I spent most of my life wishing to be someone else, somewhere else. Could it be that I'm getting comfortable in my own skin? I would never have dreamt such a thing to be possible.

Only becoming published could possibly make my life better right now. Speaking of publishing, I must write so that there is something to publish. I shall leave you with today's Forgotten English and get on with it.


A name given in allusion to hens, to that kind of defective vision which is comparatively good by day but lost or obscure by night.
- Rev. John Boag's Imperial Lexicon of the ENglish Language, c. 1850

Hens ... cannot see to pick up small grains in the duck of the evening, and so employ this time in going to roost; [this] is sometimes called hen-blindness.
- John Good's Study of Medicine, 1834


KuietKelticGirl said...

I can understand what the bruise means - at the very least, it is proof of accomplishment. :-)

As for the sunburn, my mom and brother are fair skinned and burn easily. Mom would always slather on a concoction of oil and vinegar to help moisturize and soothe the skin. You smell like a salad dressing, but it apparently helps.

At least you can have fun once the dead skin starts to peel - bragging rights to the biggest patch removed at once.

S.M. Carrière said...

Oil and vinegar, eh? Um, perhaps not. J.M-B. went out and bought some aloe vera sunburn gel. It's lurid blue... and smells a bit like mouthwash. It did soothe the burn, though!

Of course, this morning it still hurts.

I hope I won't peel. It doesn't seem like it at the moment, but we'll see!