I had errands to run today and thought I would check out some of the special Friday the 13th flash some of the tattoo shops were doing. I went by 3 shops and the first two were not impressive.
I went to Pokerz first, and the second I walked in the door, they thrust paperwork at me without even asking what I was coming in for.
I looked at the flash, see a cute design. Says $40. I ask if they can make it bigger, and if that included color or shading. They told me they are only doing tracing jobs today, no changes will be made, and it’s for a plain black outline only. Sorry dudes. A cheap tattoo is rarely a good tattoo, and I want something I’ll actually like. They weren’t willing to do additional work at the regular rate, and they didn’t suggest making an appointment to come back.
Next I went over to Black Orchid. Tracy raved about them a couple years ago. I didn’t like any of the flash they had up and they completely ignored me. I was there long enough to flip through all the photo books, look at the flash, wall decor, the whole shebang, and no one could even make eye contact. I left.
After that I went over to Electric Soul and things were off to a better start. I was greeted immediately, and they had flash I actually liked. One of the designs was a simple, traditional styled Death’s Head Moth. They let me know I could feel free to look around and if I had any questions, they would be happy to answer them.
I had questions. and then this happened.
Danny did him, and every five minutes one of the guys was asking how I was feeling because apparently this should have been super painful. It stung, but it really wasn’t bad at all. And now I have ideas to build off of this at some future date.
I still have an appointment for the 27th with Bob to do a praying mantis on my other shin, and I think I’m going to ask him to touch up my thigh piece as well. I like Charles’s work but I had such a bad reaction to the ink he uses not once but twice, that I hesitate to go back to him for touchups.
I wish this was a regular thing! Haha but no…. Just a I got lucky enough to save up some $$$ to get some work done.
Several months back, I had this guy, from wall flash, tattooed on my thigh.
And after sending over my ideas and some inspiration images to my artist, which included photos of an enamel pin, a watercolor painting, and a piece of polymer clay sculpture, he came up with this.
There will be some other small details added around it before it’s done.
Anyway, I was having pre-tattoo anxiety last night so I was up late, and then woke up super early with pre-tattoo excitement this morning. I pottered around the house, watched some Nurse Jackie, gave Moppie her meds, and ate a good breakfast. Then I hopped in the car to head into town.
Crown and Dagger Tattoo and my bank are on the same block, so I found street parking, walked to the ATM, got cash, and sat on a bench to wait for the shop to open. I was wearing shorts for easy access to my thigh. The bench was metal, and very cold. I did not stay sitting long.
Finally I went in and Charlie got to work getting my stencil ready, and then he applied it. He busted out a sharpie to make a few minor edits directly on my thigh. Then we got started.
About 2 hours after I had arrived, I had this.
I’ll be going back in the next couple months for one final session, but I love how he got was I was imagining just right!
I had a really busy day Tuesday. The pups woke me up at 6am,so I got a whole 4 hours of sleep. Not a great start, but I saw my check came in, so I paid mom rent, and headed into town at 830 to get to the bank when it opened. I withdrew most of the remaining money, deposited about 2/3rds into my other account, and picked up my prescriptions. Amazingly they were actually ready so there was no wait.
From there I dropped off a couple bags of donations at Goodwill.
I paid all my bills, except the phone bills which I had cash for, and drove over to Verizon to find out they don’t open until 11am. Decided to drive over to the hospital and see about donating blood because that usually takes a while. I filled out the paperwork and the lady stuck me, and ten minutes later I was drinking my juice.
I grabbed a chicken sandwich at McDonald’s after that and drank lots of water. Then I went over to Verizon and paid my bills. I’m pretty sure the manager there was flirting with me. He was cute too. I went and put gas in the car next.
I went by Your Favorite Tattoo next because I wanted to ask a question about pricing on a piece of flash I saw when I was in there getting pierced last month. Found out it was affordable, and then this happened.
He’s on the front of my upper thigh and about the size of a deck of cards.
I was tattooed by Charlie G., who also happens to be an apprentice but he’s got a great light hand and his lines and shading are top notch.
I contacted him about adding some other characters to it over the next six months so I’m hoping he says yes. 🙂
After leaving Your Favorite Tattoo, I did some grocery shopping and went home.
I know, if anyone is reading along, I kinda left you all hanging yesterday with my little screen grab of a conversation with my friend, so here’s what happened.
I set my alarm for 10am because I needed to go to the bank in Palmdale first thing. I checked to make sure my check was in, and then transferred money over to my mom for rent. Ate a breakfast burrito and some leftover steak and headed into town.
I went to the bank, pulled out most of what was left, and headed back to Lancaster. Then I stopped at the other bank, deposited some cash, and went looking for Your Favorite Tattoo, which I knew was on the Blvd but not exactly where. Took a few passes before I saw it but found parking almost immediately outside the front door.
I went inside and it was clean, open, and pleasant. Told the first person I saw who I was there to see and he told me to take a seat. TJ, the piercer, was a few minutes late but once he arrived he went over after-care, asked if I had eaten, had any health problems that might effect him doing the piercings, and if I had any questions. Nope, I know the drill pretty well by now. These would be my 21st and 22nd optional added holes.
He got set up and I asked him to use nitrile gloves because I suspect I have developed a latex allergy. No problems there. Then I got to strip from the waist down and get comfy on the chair – think dentist’s chair with all the up, down, and recline options.
He showed me the jewelry and then had a look at my labia to decide if the preselected rings were a good match fur my personal anatomy and to check for any obvious blood vessels that might cause substantial bleeding if pierced.
Almost immediately we decided to go with larger jewelry which he typically uses for prince Albert piercings. I was a lot happier with the size of these rings than the originally chosen jewelry.
Finally we were ready to begin. He had me lay back with my feet up on the chair, about 8″ apart from each other, with my knees apart. He placed the clamp which was slightly uncomfortable, had me inhale a deep breath, hold it for 3, and then slowly exhale while he pushed the needle through.
It hurt. Oh fuck did it hurt. I didn’t dare move, but I whimpered like a kicked puppy. I gasped. I cursed. And then he was putting the jewelry through.
By the time he was sliding the jewelry through on the second one, I was flying high on endorphins. It still hurt like a bitch, but my brain was kind of numbed to the intensity of it. I still made all the noises though…. Lol.
Then TJ tightened up the balls on my new jewelry, went over the after-care stuff again, and after a few more minutes I had finally stopped shaking and could get up to get dressed.
I gave him my phone to take some photos, and I sent the best one back to him to add to his portfolio. It was an incredibly intense experience but they look absolutely beautiful and I’m super pleased with them. Then I had other errands to run, groceries to buy, and bills to pay, which was uncomfortable but tolerable, and I grabbed a cherry coke to keep my sugar up because I knew when I hit the post-endorphin crash I was going to crash hard and fast.
I managed to stay awake after getting home until about 10pm and then slept like a dead thing for about ten hours. Today they’re still pretty sore but I expect that to fade over the next few days.
About six months ago, I bought some trade paper backs of some comics I like. Read a few, loved the stories, but decided I would rather read digital instead.
Those are in my shop now at a discounted price… Hint hint!
Then I bought a couple Humble Bundles which were loaded with comics. And I’ve got them all loaded on my Kindle Fire 8 (plus others I’ve acquired) and I’m slowly reading through them in the ComiCat app.
Some of them really surprised me how much I enjoyed them. Bitch Planet? Chew? Chester 5000? I’ve loved every minute! Lumberjanes took a little bit but it really grew on me. Mine! was a fantastic collection of stories from all sorts of people. It’s sales benefit Planned Parenthood and believe it I bought it the day it released.
I’m still reading Chew which has quite a few issues I need to get, but after I read the next few tonight, I’m planning on reading Bingo Love, a story about two women of color who fall in love at church bingo, but go on to marry, have kids, and live a full life only to be brought back together again in old age. I’m super excited about that one!
This afternoon at 3:30pm, I met with Faustina at Tapp’s Music for my first lesson. I was nervous, especially after I looked her up on The Book of Faces and realized she might not even be 18 years old and is likely ridiculously brilliant. After expressing my worries to some sympathetic ears who basically told me a hundred times that she has likely practiced 10,000 hours or more to get to that point, I felt like my head was in the right place, it was time to go, and I went.
Faustina was friendly and professional from the beginning of our meeting. She took the time to go over the anatomy of the violin, run over some very basic music theory, how to tune it, and show me over and over again how to hold it and the bow. Holding the bow I got okay but the actual violin is another story. That will take some practice.
I had to buy a copy of the book she teaches out of, which was fine, and it was only $6, so that was a plus. And she gave me some homework- practice playing a progression of notes on one string (D – E – F# – F# – E – D) smoothly and with an even tempo. One of the things besides proper form that I will really need to work on is applying even pressure with the bow, not too much but not too little, to get a nice sound without mashing all the strings.
The entire time she was so patient with me and she never made me feel inferior in any way. I’m really glad I gave her the call and set up the lesson and I’m looking forward to meeting again in two weeks when hopefully I can actually play the thing she set me to, and maybe a bit more.
Several months ago I started the process to get a tubal ligation. Once I found out the process, it turned out to be easier than I expected. My first stop was Planned Parenthood. They did the mandatory 30 minute counseling session with me to make sure I understood that sterilization is permanent and that I really did not want kids. That part was super easy.
Then I went to my primary doctor and requested a referral to a gynecologist. There was some hold up there with my insurance until I requested my medical records from Planned Parenthood and had my primary doctor send in the proof of the counseling session.
The next hold up was 3 times I was referred to the wrong kind of doctor. I finally got my referral to a gynecologist and she did an exam and asked me a lot of questions. When she heard that there is mental illness on both sides of my relationship, she agreed that that alone was an excellent reason to give me the go ahead. I wasn’t going to judge her idea of a good reason to sterilize me; I was just glad that she agreed to do it.
The next few weeks were filled with driving all over the place (did I mention the doctor I was referred to was an hour’s drive away from me?) to pick things up, have tests run, and in general drive me batty. I was thankfully able to do my EKG and bloodwork where I live, but had to drive down below to get my chest x-ray.
That was a week ago. Yesterday I went in for the actual surgery at Valley Presbyterian Hospital in Van Nuys. It felt like I was waiting in holding for hours, but once they put me under, I blinked and it was done. I freaked out a little when I woke up in recovery because for a few minutes I couldn’t really move and I couldn’t do more than just moan and whimper. I think they paralytic they give you for surgery was still in me a bit. When I could move better and actually talk, I spent 15 minutes cracking what could only be truly awful jokes because no one laughed. I’m so glad no one was there to record that.
The surgery itself went great. No problems, and just two tiny incisions. One in my bellybutton and one right above my pubic area. When we left the hospital, our first stop was to go to Arby’s. I was starving after my fast (the day before I was only allowed clear liquids and jello) and a turkey sandwich never tasted so good!
We stopped by the pharmacy, but I ended up not getting my pain med Rxs filled because the doctor wrote them on the same sheet, and Norco is nearly impossible to get here, and when the Rxs are written like that they have to fill both of them at the same time. Instead I just bought menstrual pads and a bottle of ibuprofen. The menstrual pads were because apparently after this surgery you bleed from your vagina and there is a big “don’t put things in your vagina” warning on the printout for after care… LOL. After that we were on our way home.
After we were home I kinda felt like I got kicked in the stomach by a horse, which is pretty much how bad menstrual cramps can feel. I was tired too, but not tired enough to actually sleep. Mattie and I stayed up kinda late watching TV on Hulu and then went to bed. At first I couldn’t get comfortable but then I knocked out pretty quickly.
This morning I woke up and I felt like I had a brutal workout at the gym yesterday and did about a thousand sit-ups. I took 600mg of ibuprofen and after about an hour felt quite a bit better. I’m still sore of course and I feel like an old lady, but its honestly not that bad and I wouldn’t die if I didn’t have anything for pain.
I’m super relieved that I did it. I’m glad I won’t have to worry about an accidental pregnancy. And as someone I follow on Instagram said, “Welcome to Sterile Club!” LOL I did however have a few naysayers along the way. I had a few private messages from friends when I talked about wanting this done on Facebook saying I was too young and I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m 35 years old people. I’ve never wanted kids. And one of the surgical nurses insisted I would be back in a few years to have it reversed, or that I could always rent a womb, or do in vitro fertilization. She also questioned me if my boyfriend was really on board with this. On the other hand, when I saw my new psych doctor the day before my surgery, he applauded me for making a conscious decision to prevent unwanted pregnancies when so many people who shouldn’t have kids just keep popping out babies.
But its done, and I’m glad. Now to just recover and get back to normal! I’m planning on doing some knitting during my downtime. 🙂
I signed up at Planet Fitness on Friday and so far I’ve made it to the gym four times. Once each Friday and Saturday and I went twice today, once before and once after dinner.
My goal is a minimum of 30 minutes of cardio every day no matter what. I’m also going to try to do something new each time I go in. Today that something new was the stair climber machine. I did a total of ten floors and I thought my heart might explode. I don’t know how Keep It Up David does it!
They have a 12 minute ab circuit I could do as well as a 30 minute cardio circuit is like to try as well. And I really want to get back to strength training again too.
Tomorrow I’ll be back there again after Mattie gets home from work hopefully for a 45 minute workout.