The entire day leading up to my 6:15pm appointment I was thinking "I'm cancelling, I'm not showing up, I'm NOT doing this!!!" I was absolutely petrified about the pain, envisioning it being something like a scene out of Hostel. As I sat on the table while he prepared the print - I started chatting with another woman who was there getting her fourth tattoo. She could tell I was a novice - as I was taking lots of deep breaths and sweating profusely - and she was explaining to me the meanings behind all her tattoos and how it really isn't that painful, and she promised me she wasn't lying.
It DID NOT feel good. But to be honest, it really didn't hurt that much. There were parts that hurt more than others - I would explain the feeling to be like a bee sting over and over again and the after feeling is like a bad sunburn. The pain is so brief though, that almost as soon as you're done getting it you've forgotten how awful it felt. And really, the most inconvenient part of the process was the forced week and half of no working out, cause I couldn't put on runners until it scabbed.
I'm so happy that I went through with it and had it done - I've always thought about getting a tattoo and now that I've got it, I'm not sure why I waited so long. I don't know if I will ever get another one, probably not unless there is a reason for it - but it was a great experience and something I'm so happy I can say I've checked off my bucket list!
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