All right! I have an appointment to get The Tattoo! On Saturday at 1:00, I’ll be getting a column of script down my back. The guy who did my last one was booked—I’d have to get it right before a longass road trip, which would be NO FUN. So I went with his colleague.
Now taking bets on how I’m going to react! Will Amelia:
- Grin and bear it?
- Discover that this really isn’t painful and she was worried for nothing?
- Chicken out?
- Pass out from pain?*
I have encountered one logistical problem. For a few days during the healing period, I have the feeling I am not going to want to even think about bra straps. Now, for some people this is easy to handle, but I am the sort of person who has what scientists call a Big Damn Rack. The kind of rack that, without a bra to hold it down, will bounce, hang, and get goddamn stretch marks.
So I’m looking at more pain, as well as a tendency to look markedly silly for a few days. When I don’t wear a bra, it’s pretty visible, and highly comical. I’ll be okay at home—I just won’t be practicing my tap dance much—but when I go out, I’m either going to have to fold my arms over my chest (maybe I’ll carry an armload of books) or wear my boob-smashing swimsuit.** Either way, convalescence is going to be hilarious.
I’m also curious as to what my parents are going to think. I expect Mom will be puzzled and possibly slightly alarmed as to why I’m doing this, but then we have different aesthetic principles, and also in her experience people with tattoos are also people with smoking, drinking, and drug problems. Dad … I really can’t say; Dad can be pretty inscrutable about some things. Bafflement is my best guess. But I do wonder if any part of Dad’s reaction will feature the thought that if I ever get back surgery, I am going to be up the creek.
Well, we’ll find out soon enough. Meanwhile, I’m so excited that I’m bouncing. It’s like Christmas! Only with more needles! Yay!
*There is a precedent for this, but not with a tattoo.
**Actual Conversation I Had While Trying It On: “Is it supposed to crush me into a singularity like this?” “Yes.” “Okay then.”