Since we’re trapped on this rock a scant 93 million miles from this bipolar nuclear neighbor, we’ll just have to find a way to make the relationship work. There are ways to partake of the sun’s glory without turning our skin into burlap. Let’s talk.
The free radical—starved of a single electron—goes roaming around your interior like a staggering ghoul until it finds an unsuspecting, ordinary molecule walking innocently by. What does this free radical molecular jerk do next? It steals an electron from that poor guy. A systemwide replay of this thievery becomes cellular oxidative stress, triggering a cascading host of serious illnesses. How do we stop this madness? How??! Not to sound too panicky.
