Reason #109 why I love my 4-10 work schedule // Part II

Remember this uber-relaxing pool day? Well friends, lesson learned: REAPPLY YOUR SUNSCREEN. How did I let that one slip? Well, I’m usually pretty good with it. Especially since living with Shanna in all of her Utah Cancer Specialists goodness. But this particular Friday it was warm, I was tired, and I got lazy. Not so smart, Jess. Not smart at all.

By that night I swear I was on fire. Radiating heat like never before. I silently prayed for another random June-in-Utah rainstorm (or better yet -- snowstorm?) but nothing. And by the time I woke up the next morning I knew moving around and searching for my aloe was useless considering, well, EVERYTHING HURT. Too dramatic? Maybe. But dramatic seemed in order considering my skin felt like it was eating itself alive.

Weird thing is this: the burn on my legs seemed to fade pretty quickly, but it left behind a friend. Something equally uncomfortable. Something that stole my ankles right out from under me. SWELLING. Considering the burn on my legs seemed fine at that point, I wasn’t sure what was causing the swelling. So Google and I went through some of the possibilities:

• Long airplane flight/road trip? Oh, I wish. Greece or Italy, please.
• Early stage elephantiasis? Um, no thanks.
• Pregnancy? Not that I recall.
• Increased age? Hmm. Maybe?
• Starvation? Certainly not.

After much deliberation (but not really) I decided that it had to be a result of the sunburn. And so my ankles, followed by my feet, continued to grow. Awesome. Every girl’s dream, right? Wrong. Very (very) wrong.

BUT FRIDAY. Glorious, wonderful Friday. For whatever reason my feet decided to come back to me on this day. To let me fit into my running shoes and get back on my training schedule. To let me wear something besides pants in this 90+ heat. To let me look like I still have some femininity left in me.

So, without further ado ....

WELCOME BACK, ANKLES!
I sure missed you. 

I thought about not posting a photo for this ... reasons being: #1 feet are gross and #2 feet are gross. But I'm gonna go ahead and get over it. Plus, what's a post on my blog without a picture?

P.S. Check out those veins! Thanks Marmie ... or better yet, thanks Grandpa Call!