So, everyone knows that my not-really joking plan is to become vampire witch queen of the universe. My childhood self picked awesome goals, what can I say?
Also, I'm a goth. I don't like the sun.
Also also, thanks to the Lyme disease and gift-with-purchase co-infections, I'm on a ridiculous amount of antibiotics and other meds. Some of which can make a person more sensitive to heat and sunlight.
You see where this is going, don't you?
We went to the farmers' market today. It was maybe 74 degrees (my apologies to everyone I know who is dealing with the heatwave that's happening everywhere else). I was sensibly dressed in lightweight layers, my summer-weight top hat (black-stained straw covered with black lace), sunblock, huge sunglasses, and carrying a parasol. Unfortunately, because the market was PACKED, I couldn't keep my parasol up. I spent maybe, maybe a total of 10 minutes in direct sunlight, which caused me to get a headache, feel really light-headed and woozy, and slightly nauseated.
DAMN. That's ... kinda ridiculous.
The Stroppy One called me "His special little vampiric snowflake". To which I ask: if I'm going to have these sorts of quintessential vampire reactions to sunlight, WHEN ARE MY FANGS GROWING IN? I want to know.
Also, I'm a goth. I don't like the sun.
Also also, thanks to the Lyme disease and gift-with-purchase co-infections, I'm on a ridiculous amount of antibiotics and other meds. Some of which can make a person more sensitive to heat and sunlight.
You see where this is going, don't you?
We went to the farmers' market today. It was maybe 74 degrees (my apologies to everyone I know who is dealing with the heatwave that's happening everywhere else). I was sensibly dressed in lightweight layers, my summer-weight top hat (black-stained straw covered with black lace), sunblock, huge sunglasses, and carrying a parasol. Unfortunately, because the market was PACKED, I couldn't keep my parasol up. I spent maybe, maybe a total of 10 minutes in direct sunlight, which caused me to get a headache, feel really light-headed and woozy, and slightly nauseated.
DAMN. That's ... kinda ridiculous.
The Stroppy One called me "His special little vampiric snowflake". To which I ask: if I'm going to have these sorts of quintessential vampire reactions to sunlight, WHEN ARE MY FANGS GROWING IN? I want to know.