Yesterday I got two new tattoos. One for each calf. A fairy to the left and a carp to the right.
I had five tattoos before the two new ones, so I’ve been in the game for a while and felt pretty confident that the pain wouldn’t be a problem, because it hasn’t been before. I mean, yeah, it hurts pretty badly, but you get such an adrenaline rush out of it, so you don’t really notice the pain.
Well, let me tell you something – yesterday, I damn well noticed it! The calves are apparently one of the most painful places to get tattooed ever. I actually thought I was going to die a couple of times. And I had to look back there to check that she wasn’t cutting me open with a butcher knife, because that’s what it felt like. It felt like someone had taken a giant fucking hook, jabbed it into my leg and started pulling intensely at it.
Ouch, fucking ouch.
The tattoo artist was great though (www.fruduva.se). She was fast and thorough and kept talking to me throughout the whole process. About feminism even! And she gave me a lollipop.
The actual tattooing part of the process took about an hour and a half, so it wasn’t really that bad time wise. But the pain… I know I’m being repetitive here, but I just need you people reading this to understand the extreme torture that I voluntarily put myself through last night. So, if you’re thinking of getting a tattoo and you don’t have one before – don’t start with your fucking calves! That’s all I’m saying.
But hey, on the other hand, today I’m ecstatic and I absolutely love my new ink. And it was totally worth all the pain. I can just pretty much promise you that the rest of the skin on my calves will remain untouched by ink.
The latest addition to my ink collection. All in simple black.
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