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A Lesson Learned...
Words to the wise:
Do not work a 16 hour shift on 3 hours sleep following a 12-hour shift, and then go and spend 2 hours with a tattoo gun on your spine.
Just don't. Do yourself a favor and take my word for it.
Okay, so maybe I'm weird- my nervous system gets a little wacky when I don't get enough sleep, gets buggy and overly sensitive to touch and stuff. My mom's the same way, probably got it from her.
Unfortunately, I didn't think about this, and the fact that oh, I dunno, it could severely exacerbate pain. The last time I had work done, it hurt. Like hell it hurt. But it started out fairly tolerable and after a while got worse. This time it started out at about the level that it ended with the last time...and got worse from there. Anyone ever hear me do the "startled" squeak? (Not the hiccup squeak, the startled squeak) I did that quite a few times. Along with some semi-violent flinching. It was truly unbearable at times. Especially when he was using one shade of green, then came back to the same spot later and worked in another shade.
I finally came to a point where I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, apologized, asked him to stop and said that I should probably schedule the rest for another time and to make sure I had proper sleep...he needed another 10 minutes to get to a stopping point, so I inhaled and braved that much more. When he got to that point, he stopped and told me that there really wasn't that much more to do- maybe 20-25 minutes and showed me in the mirror. It was just a small segment at the top of the tree, and after considering it for a minute I decided that I'd gotten that far, there was no way I was going to stop so close to the end. So he asked if I wanted to take a break for a few minutes before he finished, said that he could use a break himself, I wholly agreed. Took about 15 minutes, wandered around the flash display area a bit, drinking some water and probably looking rather dazed, then came back to finish. That 20-25 minutes ended up being maybe 10-15 but it was the longest 10-15 minutes I've had in a long time.
But all is done. Total work time came in at a bit under two hours.
As with last time, once the work was finished, it was pretty un-painful within a few minutes...though by later in the day, it was pretty sore and has gotten more so since then- right now, I can't have my hair down. My hair brushing against it hurts like hell. Though, thank goodness, clothing that has an absolutely smooth texture is ok.
On Saturday afternoon, I smacked someone. Lost my wallet- I had only realized this a few minutes before, and was in semi-panic mode, and rather hurting on top of that, and I was waiting to speak with an employee at the place where I thought I might have left it...and I suddenly feel poking in my back, smack in the middle of the fresh wound. I mean, wow. Ouch. Rather severe pain. It was an instantaneous reaction, I turned and smacked the offender hitting her in the arm. Complete stranger. She gets all offended and asks what the hell is wrong with me, do I have intimacy issues or something?
Intimacy? Intimacy My objection to a complete stranger poking me in the back (not to mention in a spot that hurts like hell) is an intimacy issue in what bizarro universe???)
The guy with her then said "Now how many times have I told you that that's going to get you smacked someday? Maybe you'll listen now." I turned to walk away, and as I did, I heard her saying "Well, clearly she's the one with problems."
*Sigh* Lady, one of these days that's going to get you a lot worse than smacked in the arm. It wasn't just like an "Excuse me I'm trying to get your attention" light tap. It was a fairly hard finger-poking. it would have been unpleasant even without a less-than-24-hour-old tattoo.
I'm assuming it was a tattoo thing though I don't know for sure. Seriously, I'm used to people commenting and asking questions about it at this point. I'm fine with it. I probably recite a translation of the text five or six times a day, and people ask questions all the time. Have at it. If you're trying to get my attention and I'm not hearing you, a polite tap is fine- though most people I know tap lightly on a shoulder, whatever.
This is kinda like the whole thing with random people coming up and stroking my hair back when I first started dying it fuschia. I'm a pretty touchy-feely person, sometimes more sometimes less depending on person/s and context but yeah, random people on a bus playing with my hair? Not so much. Random strangers poking at me? Same.
But...my tattoo is done. It just needs to heal now. It's all green and stuff. I am happy that I have it, happy that it is done. Will post pictures as soon as I can get some taken.
Do not work a 16 hour shift on 3 hours sleep following a 12-hour shift, and then go and spend 2 hours with a tattoo gun on your spine.
Just don't. Do yourself a favor and take my word for it.
Okay, so maybe I'm weird- my nervous system gets a little wacky when I don't get enough sleep, gets buggy and overly sensitive to touch and stuff. My mom's the same way, probably got it from her.
Unfortunately, I didn't think about this, and the fact that oh, I dunno, it could severely exacerbate pain. The last time I had work done, it hurt. Like hell it hurt. But it started out fairly tolerable and after a while got worse. This time it started out at about the level that it ended with the last time...and got worse from there. Anyone ever hear me do the "startled" squeak? (Not the hiccup squeak, the startled squeak) I did that quite a few times. Along with some semi-violent flinching. It was truly unbearable at times. Especially when he was using one shade of green, then came back to the same spot later and worked in another shade.
I finally came to a point where I decided that I couldn't take it anymore, apologized, asked him to stop and said that I should probably schedule the rest for another time and to make sure I had proper sleep...he needed another 10 minutes to get to a stopping point, so I inhaled and braved that much more. When he got to that point, he stopped and told me that there really wasn't that much more to do- maybe 20-25 minutes and showed me in the mirror. It was just a small segment at the top of the tree, and after considering it for a minute I decided that I'd gotten that far, there was no way I was going to stop so close to the end. So he asked if I wanted to take a break for a few minutes before he finished, said that he could use a break himself, I wholly agreed. Took about 15 minutes, wandered around the flash display area a bit, drinking some water and probably looking rather dazed, then came back to finish. That 20-25 minutes ended up being maybe 10-15 but it was the longest 10-15 minutes I've had in a long time.
But all is done. Total work time came in at a bit under two hours.
As with last time, once the work was finished, it was pretty un-painful within a few minutes...though by later in the day, it was pretty sore and has gotten more so since then- right now, I can't have my hair down. My hair brushing against it hurts like hell. Though, thank goodness, clothing that has an absolutely smooth texture is ok.
On Saturday afternoon, I smacked someone. Lost my wallet- I had only realized this a few minutes before, and was in semi-panic mode, and rather hurting on top of that, and I was waiting to speak with an employee at the place where I thought I might have left it...and I suddenly feel poking in my back, smack in the middle of the fresh wound. I mean, wow. Ouch. Rather severe pain. It was an instantaneous reaction, I turned and smacked the offender hitting her in the arm. Complete stranger. She gets all offended and asks what the hell is wrong with me, do I have intimacy issues or something?
Intimacy? Intimacy My objection to a complete stranger poking me in the back (not to mention in a spot that hurts like hell) is an intimacy issue in what bizarro universe???)
The guy with her then said "Now how many times have I told you that that's going to get you smacked someday? Maybe you'll listen now." I turned to walk away, and as I did, I heard her saying "Well, clearly she's the one with problems."
*Sigh* Lady, one of these days that's going to get you a lot worse than smacked in the arm. It wasn't just like an "Excuse me I'm trying to get your attention" light tap. It was a fairly hard finger-poking. it would have been unpleasant even without a less-than-24-hour-old tattoo.
I'm assuming it was a tattoo thing though I don't know for sure. Seriously, I'm used to people commenting and asking questions about it at this point. I'm fine with it. I probably recite a translation of the text five or six times a day, and people ask questions all the time. Have at it. If you're trying to get my attention and I'm not hearing you, a polite tap is fine- though most people I know tap lightly on a shoulder, whatever.
This is kinda like the whole thing with random people coming up and stroking my hair back when I first started dying it fuschia. I'm a pretty touchy-feely person, sometimes more sometimes less depending on person/s and context but yeah, random people on a bus playing with my hair? Not so much. Random strangers poking at me? Same.
But...my tattoo is done. It just needs to heal now. It's all green and stuff. I am happy that I have it, happy that it is done. Will post pictures as soon as I can get some taken.
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