The heat is on

I am blessed with a heat rash. And it's ugly. And painful. And sore, and red hot. To look at it one would think I've spent all day lounging around in the sun with no sun protection cream. Now my skin doesn't tan, it burns. So I am accustomed to splashing on an SPF of 50, 70, and on the rare occasions I find it, of 80. Yes I am a brunette with the palest of complexions, and the does does not give it easy to me. I can only dream about having a golden tan, because it just has never happened. But this time, it's not because of the sun, but of a very innocent looking necklace worn for something around 2 hours. Yep, 2 hours of necklace wearing and I get such a massive heat rash that it's scary to look at, even more scary to feel it. And I get the urge to scratch because it itches. Instead, I am putting on ice. The best part of me, the face plus cleavage and really I should hide under a sheet; it's that bad. And there are two ways of looking at it. One perspective is that it is totally my fault for having even so much picked up a necklace, or another perspective; maybe the Goddess of cleavages got jealous because she'd like to have what I have!!!!!! Yeah right. But it really goes to show, which perspective we would choose, and that in turn could classify as as what type of people we are, with all the baggage of numerous neurosis and things like personality traits and personality disorders. I choose the first perspective, that of having gone near a necklace, but I secretly dream that the cleavage Goddess has had a very bad day. And that in turn makes me look like some nitwit who thinks (and wants very much to believe) that the supernatural can be human. But then it's either supernatural or human. Or maybe as advert of Herbal Essences says.... unlock the goddess in you. It's time we did it more often.