Jan 22, 2005 02:08
It's not really me who is the slut for pain but Drew. So we have been discussing possibilities about Valentine's Day. As part of my shitty job, I am required to work that whole week since it is our busiest holiday out of the year. But now that I have two weeks of paid vacation the weekend after V-Day is just as good. Anyways, after a lot of deliberation, Drew decides what he wants is for us to drive up to Indiana and get tattooed by some old friends of his. Cool enough right? Except that I had already decided that the next piece I was going to get was going to be a huge Isis in the traditional pose of kneeling with wings/arms spread across the top part of my back all in color. Now with most people the outlining of a tattoo hurts more than the shading. But of course with me, my outline didn't even make me twinge but my shading made me want to cry for my mommy. And that wasn't even the whole thing, that was just some muscle structure. Coloring is just solid, hardcore shading. Going over my shoulderblades and spine is going to be awesome. It gets even better too... I'm going to do this all in one, long, masochistic, painful session. I'm going to die. When discussing my fears about this with Drew he made the suggestion of just getting the outline done this time and then next year we could drive back up the and I could get it finished. I was like hello do you really think I could deal with an unfinished tattoo for a year? Have you forgotten who you're talking to here? That is not a possibility. Anyways, thanks to all who sent reiki, prayers, good wishes, etc. towards me to help with my waterworks. I'm feeling well enough to work until my insurance kicks in and I can go to the doctor. I just have to take huge horse pill cranberry supplements twice a day, drink lots of juice, and not have sex. That last one is killer but it's not as bad as the alternative of critical infection. But I am feeling much better so much thanks to all. Hope you all are doing well. Peace (wouldn't that be nice -heh)