As usual-this is not me-just another fool who skipped the sunblock.
Okay people-since Halloween is almost here I thought I'd gross you out and scare you at the same time.
This is the ghost of sunburns past-stopping by to haunt you! "WEAR YOUR SUNBLOCK-STAY OUT OF THE SUN! GO SEE YOUR DERMATOLOGIST FOR A BODY CHECK!!!!"
I'm one of those Irish-German people who sunburns. For many years I roasted in the sun with my darker skinned cronies. Now I'm paying the price. My dermatologist biopsied a dysplastic nevi on my rib area and it had some abnormal cells soooo, I had to get sliced and diced yesterday. He took a big chunk of skin and now I have 17 nasty looking stitches! Everything looks to be fine-but it's ugly and it hurts! Good news is I have to rest-and my husband has been helping out. Bad news-no tennis for a week!
Trust me-a savage tan is NOT worth it.
(A little flashback: We were not allowed to read Merchant of Venice in High School because our Board of Education thought it was Anti-Semitic)
Pound of flesh
Something which is owed that is ruthlessly required to be paid back.
This of course derives from Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice, 1596. The insistence by Shylock of the payment of Antonio's flesh is the central plot device of the play:
The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is deerely bought, 'tis mine, and I will haue it.
The figurative use of the phrase to refer to any lawful but nevertheless unreasonable recompense dates to the late 18th century.