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Monday, January 02, 2006

Pain

I met a social worker on New Year's Eve who had a wrist band tattoo. I asked her about it, for Tim seems to think that the wrist tattoo I want will prevent me from getting jobs. I don't think it will, and she agreed with me. But she said what a lot of people have been telling me: that the inner wrist hurts a lot.

I don't even know what that means. Every single tattoo I have has hurt a LOT. Each one made me freak out and cry and almost hyperventilate (in my head, of course--don't want to act like a sissy at the tough tattoo shops!) and swear that the one being currently drilling into my flesh is the last one ever--that I'm swearing off them for good. With the first two, as soon as the redness and swelling passed (and I could look at the ink without feeling faint), though, I instantly thought of the next one I wanted.

With the last one, though, there was enough pain that I really meant it for at least six months. With that one, I can still remember exactly what the needle felt like going into my back. I wanted to die, die, die, and beg the artist to stop what he was doing--that a half-finished tattoo was fine with me if the pain would just STOP.

Of course, for all that, and despite my low threshold of pain, I still can't wait to get this latest one. In the grand scheme of things, I suppose an hour of excruciating pain is worth a pretty, pretty wrist decoration.

1 Comments:

Blogger metrogeekboy said...

The things we do for expression of ourselves, whether it be ink inserted into the skin, or me for, getting my boobs whacked off.

I've always wanted a tat exactly where you are talking about. I think the level of pain is worthy of noting, but probably won't stop you.

I've heard such a rumor about childbirth. Women say it's the most painful experience ever endured. And yet they often go through it multiple times. Maybe there's something in us that makes us forget the short term pain of long term beautiful life experiences?

I'd like to think so. Because I keep on breathing.

Keep us posted on the tat!

9:17 PM  

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