I found and called a dermatologist in Boston to schedule an appointment. They took all my info to sign me up as a new patient, and then told me I could come in next Friday. I asked if they had anything sooner, and they asked what my symptoms were. When I told them, their response was:
“You need to go to the emergency room. NOW.”
It turns out sun poisoning can be fatal, and that my symptoms are indicative of some bad sun poisoning. So I chose a hospital on some semi-random recommendations. Fortunately, it happened to be less than a mile from my office, and at 5:30 I got the nerve up to ask my manager if I could leave and then finish my work remotely. Hooray for my aircard that lets me get online on my laptop from the waiting room.
And yes, I know it’s pathetic that I feel really guilty for leaving early in order to go to the emergency room. And probably also pathetic that I’m doing work while waiting in triage. I guess I really am a workaholic.