pain

I took yesterday off because I finished my tattoo.

It HURT. A BOATLOAD! I because why, yes, I am an amazing woman, thanks for asking, sat for over two hours while they filled in the color.

Yes, it was my decision to get it. I am re-thinking the idea of getting another one. It hurt. A lot.

The first time they drew the outline and did the shading. That was more of an annoying sensation than an actual pain sensation. Yesterday, no annoying sensation, just pain.

At first, I'm like, WOW! good lord that was slightly painful. Then it was OH MY GOD, that is pretty painful. Then it was I AM FOR SURE GOING TO DIE RIGHT HERE IN THIS CHAIR. Yet, I stuck around. I sucked it up, didn't say anything, plastered a smile on my face and tried to find my Zen.

No Zen was to be found. He had left the building. Apparently he was pretty irate.

I laughed and joked. Told interesting tales of the moronic ex. Watched the people come in and out for piercings. Watched the people come in and make appointments for tattoos. Clenched my teeth so hard, my jaw aches today.

Now why I didn't leave? Other than the fact that my arm would have looked totally stupid with half an octopus colored in.

There was one other person in the room getting a tattoo. It was a guy. A guy who had the most amazing arm tattoo going on. A guy who never flinched or wiggled or moaned or asked repeatedly, HOW MUCH LONGER. A guy who was facing MY DIRECTION. I was in his direct line of vision. I didn't know him. I wasn't going to ever see him again in my life. Yet, for some odd reason, he wasn't going to see me act like no girly girl. No way, I don't care if that tattoo was going to take 5 hours, I was going to sit there until he either left, at which case, I would fling myself out of the chair and run screaming out into the street, or that tattoo was going to be done.

Being done came first. THANK GOODNESS. I paid with a huge smile and explained, Why that wasn't as bad as I had expected, it was a walk in the park, a piece of cake, a day of sunshine. AS LONG AS ALL THOSE THINGS INCLUDED MY ARM BEING EATEN BY A WOOD-CHIPPER. I left and whined my way through the evening.

I never said I wasn't a girly-girl in my OWN HOME.