Friday, December 16, 2011

I got a tattoo; I got a tattoo; I got 2 tattoos!

Finally, Dec. 14th arrived! I'm headed for work, scheduled to have my micropigmentation later that day. The phone rings. It's the doctor's office. He isn't feeling well today (I'm thinking, OMG, I can't believe they're going to cancel on me again!)...but he must have known better. They just wanted to move the schedule up so he could get out earlier since he wasn't feeling well. Great. I can handle this. I turn back toward home.
Then I start to think: Geesh, if he's not feeling so well, can I trust him to draw a circle and fill it in? I'll take the chance. In less than an hour, it was all over. An anesthetic injected to numb the already numb area (but it does help keep the bleeding down; whoever knew tattoos bleed?)
Then the artist goes to work. He's definitely got his system down. He shows off the multiple needles and explains what will happen....I don't feel a thing. It sounds like the whirrring of the polisher when you get your teeth cleaned.
Before you know it, it's done. Keep some Neosporin on it with light bandages to keep the Neosporin off my clothes. Sounds easy.
I don't look till later that evening as I change the bandage. It's red, blotchy looking at this point. I'm calm; I'm sure the look will improve over time.
It's been a couple of days now and it's starting to look more normal. Whatever that is ....what's normal about having fake nipples, after all?
I'm sure it will look fine...from a distance....but who's looking anyway?