This forty something says amen to all above.
I had to drive to Ohio for a funeral back in February of 2001. When I got to Tennessee I thought, Gee, I can't show up this white, I live in Florida.
So I stopped at a Tanning Salon.
I didn't know nothing about tanning booths. But I do now. Still have the scars.
The sign read, "For a base tan, 30 minutes."
I thought it meant if you wanted a base tan. I burnt my scottish/irish red haired asp to a crisp. Actually my whole body- blistered.
I then continued to drive to Cleveland. Tried to. Seemed like the longest part of my drive was from Columbus. My skin had tightened up so much I couldn't move. I was sick to my stomach. It was horrible.
When I got there, a nurse friend of mine gave me silverdine (sp?) lotion. I should have gone to the hospital like she insisted.
I went to the funeral in very loose sweats. Someone else had to drive. I spent the next two weeks sitting upright in a chair, sleeping in that chair, could not lay down, had to take two oatmeal baths a day. I was finally able enough to drive back to Florida, but it took me three days. I didn't go back to work right away and was burnt for nearly 6 weeks.
I haven't really been in the sun since.