Oh my gosh. I had a life threatening experience today. At least, my body sure thought it was. My heart pounded so hard I could barely hear. I got nauseous and short of breath, and even got the shakes. For 6 whole minutes, I felt like I could die at any second.
I went to a tanning bed. The kind you stand up in.
Call me a big baby, but it was my first time ever. I was so freaked. It was a lot noisier than I expected. I stood in there with a towel on my face and apologized to my skin the whole time. I’m sorry skin. I know this is just a terrible thing to do to you. Especially the parts of you that have never seen the sun – this must be traumatic for you. Please don’t wrinkle up or give me cancer though I deserve it because I am a VAIN VAIN person.
I was poised and ready to dart out, if one of the bulbs should, say, explode and send red hot shards of light bulb pieces into my bare skin. I guess I have a thing against confined spaces or something, because even though I know people regularly go to these things and don’t expire of some horrible skin-burning-off incident or some horrible light-bulb-explosion, I was still terrified the whole time.
I’m going back Friday. I’m going to have to learn to suck it up and DEAL.
People better comment on my fabulous tan at this wedding. If I survive til then.
Just because you\’re not feeling uncomfortable enough at the tanning salon…
You probably shouldn\’t read this if you ARE going back to the tanning beds. This will screw with your head big time. When I was in high school, someone told me of (what I\’m sure is an urban legend) a woman who had gone tanning, like five days in a row, to get ready for a wedding on the weekend. Well, because she went so frequently within a short period of time, she ended up burning her internal organs and died! Yes. I know this didn\’t happen. But that didn\’t help me feel any safer. For the longest time after hearing that story, I could never finish my whole session of tanning because I would think my stomach\’s insides were getting hot and slowly melting. To this day, sometimes I still jump out prematurely.