The pain is spectacular right now, but it will pass - as does everything.
Reese, who has no sympathy because I neglected to use sunscreen in the right way, (I ingested it with a bloody mary and a tray of tacos) was very helpful at talking me into a state of calm. I guess it's that mothering instinct that does it. My first-degree-burned torso suddenly was the equivalent of a scraped knee and your sugary words were verbal neosporin, Reese. Thank you.
And yes, my entire belly, chest, back and shoulders is now a flamboyant, alarming shade of pink. I look ridiculous.