Busy Busy Tuesday

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.

Yesterday’s Visit with the Piercer

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.