Missing Appendage

I didn't know I was missing something (besides my sanity - haha beat you to it!) until I finally bit the bullet and got the tattoo I've been wanting for more than 5 years. I've always known that I wanted another tattoo and I knew it had to be a skull and crossbones. Tyrone made a cute coupon for me years ago for Christmas that was good for one tattoo but I hadn't yet used it. To be honest I was terrified to get another one. The tattoo I have on my lower spine was some of the worst pain I ever felt and not a positive experience either. The witch that gave it to me was not nice at all and I was with my ex husband then so it doesn't have the best memories attached to it. Nevertheless, I still like it though.

Tyrone had recently made an appointment to have his sleeve finished and I was sooooo jealous I could have screamed. I probably did scream a little. He told me to just suck it up and go get it. I've had this idea in my head for so long and my love for it had not waivered. I think the spontaneous tattoos are the ones people have a higher risk of hating later on in life. I knew the time was finally here so I told to make the appointment for me.

The drawing I had done for it was not coming across the way I had envisioned it. It was 2nd grade crafts and art class at best. That didn't hinder me from handing it over to our tattoo artist though. He barely glanced at it and it didn't even take it from me. It was as if he read my mind and knew exactly what I wanted. He gave me some really great advice and it went from some cartoon drawing that I wanted on my wrist to a larger more realistic skull face on my forearm. Sometimes they know better and I had complete trust in him. I don't even know why because usually when I have an idea in my head and if things don't turn out exactly how I imagined it I tend to get very disappointed. I'm so glad I left it in his hands.

My nerves for about a week were taking over my life. I was freaking out inside because I really hate pain. Naturally that sounds normal but, there are people are out who enjoy it and those that have tats all over their bodies have to get some pleasure out of it. That never related well with me and right before he stuck that needle in my arm my vision went a little blurry. But, as soon as it stuck me and he started making the first line I looked at Tyrone and let go of his hand because it was not as bad as I had been imagining it might be. The outer line actually sort of felt cool in a way which completely freaked me out about myself. The shading was not pleasant but I wasn't dying at all. The eyes, since they are pretty black did hurt a lot but the shading on the top of the skull and the inside part of my forearm were the WORST. He was about 3/4 of the way done when he needed to take a break. At this time I was feeling really good about the whole thing. It didn't hurt that bad and I was so happy about that. At this point I relaxed a little and when he came back to finish it hurt a lot worse. I don't exactly know why other than I think because I had time relax for a bit.

When it was finished I was on cloud nine. I felt like I had finally found something that was missing from my body like another right hand. I instantly wanted another one and can't wait to go back. I felt the same euphoric high that I had after sky diving. It was so awesome.