Worth the Pain

So my family is on vacation in Florida, which means I am house sitting. I have spent a whole week with my cats! I love it!

I move around a lot. I lived in one city for two years, and in another city for a year, then lived with my parents for a few months, and now I'm back living in the first city I moved to. My lease is up in a month and I'll be looking for a new place to live. I should probably just settle down and quit moving.

For once, however, I have actually developed a routine! I get to see Invader Zim Friend every Saturday now. We get together, drink wine, and watch scary movies. However, last week there was some slight deviation from this routine, because I got a new tattoo on Saturday.

Invader Zim Friend has a friend who just got her tattoo license, and I had the brilliant idea of asking her if she would do my next tattoo! Now, Tattoo Artist is absolutely amazing. She is a fantastic artist and the tattoo turned out gorgeous despite some...complications.

Like I said, I had a brilliant idea. Asking Tattoo Artist to do my tattoo was not the issue. It was the placement of said tattoo.

I have acquired six tattoos in the last two and a half years. I absolutely love them! I intend to have more. However, apparently I was unwittingly smart in choosing the placement of my last five tattoos. I wanted my sixth on the back of my calf. What I neglected to do was take into consideration that there is a giant bunch of nerves down the back of the human leg. I asked Tattoo Artist to stab me with a needle and inject ink into my skin directly on top of that bunch of nerves. In a situation that I was expecting to be slightly uncomfortable, like the last five times I've gone through this, I was suddenly in a tremendous amount of pain. I might even have been able to handle the pain alone, but it did not stop there. My leg started to twitch involuntarily. This twitching soon evolved into seizure-like leg muscle spasms. I had to brace my leg against the headboard of the bed I was laying on, and even so, the process still took three hours and two smoke breaks.

I commend Tattoo Artist for toughing out those three hours while I whined and complained and twitched.

But now I have a tattoo on the back of only one leg. I am uneven. I don't like it. If I have a tattoo on the back of one leg, it's going to drive me crazy until I even it out and get a tattoo on the back of the other leg.

Tattoo Artist, I advise you to hide until I come to my senses.