Yesterday, I went in for a 2nd laser treatment on the birthmark on my forehead (a small, round portwine stain). Yep, my health insurance is covering it 100%! The laser zapping is far less painful than even a bee sting. Anyway, after the procedure, the kind Dr. paused, looked me up and down (not in a dirty way, you sillies) and remarked, "I'll see you again at the end of summer. But I'm telling you right now, if your face is too dark, I won't be able to treat you at that time." Oops. He then instructed me that I need to go buy this and use it along with wearing a hat everytime I'm in the sun.
As he was
Herein lies the problem folks. I'm vain. I admit it. I LIKE how I look with a tan. Way back when, I used to sunbathe like it was my job. My. Job.
I know the harmful effects of the sun. I know. And she knows firsthand. So baby steps for me. I'm going to work on, ahem, minimizing my sun exposure. Because I certainly don't want to end up looking like this: