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Friday, November 16, 2007

My New Tattoo: Session 4

I have a new face from all the wincing I did at this session. This one, by far, has been the most painful experience I've ever had. Maybe child birth is beyond that but since the pain is still fresh in my memory, mainly because I can feel it every second of the day, this one is right up there.

This session first involved another fitting. The drawing she did for this one are of lava rocks and clouds. This ended up across the bottom of my back, right where the 'beer coaster' tattoo belongs on 90% of girls out there. I was thinking, well at least it's BIGGER than a beer coaster...

Anyway, the one she did without me standing in front of her didn't work out. So she spent about 30 minutes re-drawing it while I sat comfortably playing Bejeweled on my handy PDA that I brought with me. Once she finished and positioned it, she was content, as was I...but she's the artist.

She got it placed and then I had to position myself so that she could get to that area relatively easy. That position involved sitting on a chair, with my feet on another chair, and I'm bent over with my back to her. This was actually comfortable but she clued me in to the fact that at some point, my legs will most likely fall asleep. That didn't happen, other than trying to rearrange my legs so that it was comfortable.

Today it would be the outline and filling the outline in. “Smoothing it out” is what she calls it. No problemo.

Once she starts – I wanted to cry. Painful is an understatement. Maybe I said that before, during my first tattoo session. But I was wrong. That was painful, this IS painful. I don't know how I endured it. I wanted to scream. On top of that, because it was my lower back, I had the anticipation shudder. You know, when you know something is about to touch you on the back and when it does, it sends shivers up around your back? Like your back is doing the wave? Not good, I'm sure for Kathryn, when you're drawing with a needle.

The pain is like searing, hot, burning, scratches, deep inside the skin. And then you go over it again. That's what it feels like. I felt like I was going to pass out. My face remained in a scrunched look, with me wincing and squinting every muscle in my face. Like a gas tank on empty, I found religion and prayed for the pain to go away.

And it did. Kathryn finished the outline and notified me with 'so we're finished with the outline, now I'll be smoothing it out.' Really? Can we just take a break and we'll do that in two weeks? Well, that's what I thought...I didn't say it out loud. After all, I am asking for all this.
So when she started the smoothing, I was back to feeling pretty good. The pain was not bad and actually, I was back to how it felt two weeks ago, the Zen-like feeling of the needle puncturing your skin. Okay, I wrote it like that for shock effect, but it doesn't really feel like that when it feels good. At least, not to me.

So I could relax and I was no longer responsible for doing the wave.

We had to modify one position – something that was lower on my back, which actually felt like it was my upper ass. She said, this is going to sound weird, but I need you to bend over this chair and have your ass up in the air. I wanted to tell her that I hear this all the time but I didn't feel like small talk.

That position needed only five minutes of holding (thank buddha). And then it was back to the rest. Again, feeling fine until she hit the left side of the butt and back and then it was back into REAL PAIN. But that took only about 10 minutes and we were done with that session.

During this one, though, I thought: how the hell am I going to endure the rest of this part of the tattoo? She still has to put more color and gray wash in this area. I seriously contemplated some kind of muscle relaxant. I just couldn't find my yoga breath to take this pain. I started counting, first to four, then to eight, then to five and wrapping back to four. That actually helped but my vision was of being in my car and heading home. Kind of like when I run and look forward to the end, when I am done.

Less than a day later, I'm still in pain. A mere accidental touch/scratch of it sends shock waves throughout my body – blinding pain – and I think I'm going to pass out. What some of us freaks do for fun...

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