My first tattoo... And I PUKED!
So, for my birthday, my mother took me to get a tattoo. I was hoping she would come with me because it was going to me a lot to me... I have been through so much in my life and this tattoo was sort of like a stepping-stone for me, a way to reach the future. And my mother has been going to the same place for her tattoos, all nine of them, for years.
So, the day came and we went. It was like a family outing... My cousin also went to get her third tattoo and my mother added to hers, a tenth one. Anyway, I was feeling nervous about the whole thing because although I knew I wanted to get it done, I wasn't sure if I was ready for it being there for the rest of my life... we spent a good thirty minutes in the parlor just waiting because they had other appointments before ours. I used that time to glance around and see if I wanted to get anything else while I was there. Im not a person who just does these things on a whim, however. I had a sketch already drawn out and I was not just going to get anything. I have trouble making decisions, But, I did it, and here's how it went.
The artist drew out the lettering, which felt like it took forever because I had him do it twice; I didn't like the first rendering, and then he stenciled it onto the perfect spot on the back of my neck. I looked at it in the mirror, which also felt like it took forever because I wasn't sure if that was the perfect spot at all, and then agreed to go on. I would have the word "SurvivoR" tattooed forever on my body as a constant reminder of what I am capable of overcoming, from the past and in the future. It took me quite a long time to figure out exactly what I wanted there. I was toying with other phrases and such for the longest time, but I just kept coming back to this one.
Now, you have to understand that the way he had me positioned was pretty awkward, at least for my stomachs' sake. I was sitting on a stool, bent forward and staring at the ground but not being able to touch it and he was standing behind me tattooing it. I didn't have anything to eat before we went but I did have soda and it was all in my stomach. Before we started I admitted to Frank that I had a very weak stomach, you know, certain sights, like someone else puking, and smells, like the smell of someone else's puke, make me terribly queasy. So he said if I needed to stop at anytime during, he would be glad to let me stop. And to my surprise, he admitted that he really couldn't handle people who threw up. This took me by surprise because as a tattoo artist, he works with blood all day and you know the common stereotype... but that didn't matter.
I was fine until he reached the outer edges of the letters on my neck. The shading and outlining went off without a hitch and I didn't feel sick at all. But when outlining the "s" and the "r" I began to feel really sick. My hands were getting clammy and I was getting really dizzy. I asked if we could stop because I felt like I was gonna puke so he stopped and I tried to stand up... and then I fell down. I fainted onto the floor but not for long. The soda in my stomach was begging to come back up and when the artists saw that, they quickly gave me the nearest trashcan. And as I had my head buried in the trashcan, Frank ran out of the room saying he couldn't handle it! Meanwhile, my cousin, mother, and the rest of the guys in the shop couldn't stop laughing. At first they were concerned but as soon as they knew I was fine, they had the biggest laugh. I did the deed, and when I was finished, I felt a whole lot better. The other artist offered me some gum and after cleaning my fa
ce and getting some water, we started up again.
In all, it only took about 40 minutes to complete. Standard black lettering was all there was to it. But I am never going to hear the end of that story. I've been back a couple times since, and the whole parlor has yet to forget it. But the outcome is great and every time I look in the mirror I am happy to find it back there. I wouldn't change it for the world, and now I have a funny story to tell.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 21 Dec. 2008