Sometimes you just have to do the things. I haven’t been feeling myself lately and I am not sure why. Stress? Life in general?
I spent last year pushing through life obstacles and kicking ass. This year, it has just been one thing, after another. I know we all have those moments in life and you just have to be a boss and handle your stuff. I like to think I am doing okay in that department even if it’s taking me a little time to do that.
As I battled through the muck, I knew I needed to do something to make myself happy. It had been a long time since I had done something for myself and I am not one who is in to going to get mani and/or pedi. I’d rather do it myself and save the money for something else (like traveling.) For me, taking care of me and doing something memorable translates to a piercing or a tattoo.
Those are the things that make my heart sing. It’s been something which has been a part of me since I was 18.
It was time. Beyond time. I called the artist who did my chest piece and made an appointment. It was time to talk to him about doing the second phase of my life tattoo.
I decided this time for some piercing therapy, more specifically the Medusa. That is right above your lips in the center.
This isn’t my first time in the rodeo, so I knew what to expect. As my friend Kelly and I were waiting my turn we were talking to a few girls who had decided to get some piercings done. One wanted her nose and she was absolutely freaked out. Kelly and I both have our noses pierced, so we were trying to tell her that it doesn’t really hurt. The piercer goes so fast that you really don’t notice it. It’s not much worse than getting a shot. What makes it worse is the wait and anticipation. We were really trying to calm this poor girl down. I did tell her that an automatic reaction is that her eyes will water. We think we helped calm her a little bit. The tattoo guys in the shop were giggling a bit.
Kelly and I tend to make friends everywhere we go.
Here is the process of a Medusa: First they iodine the area. Damn, there went my make up. Then they mark the spot to make sure it’s centered. Good thing I had Kelly there. The piercer was so funny, I kept laughing at him.
Did it hurt?
I am dead serious when I say that. It may hurt for you, but for me, it was a deep breath in, needle pushed through, boom. Done. It did make my eyes water, but that’s a natural reaction.
I had to keep the longer stud in for about 2 weeks until the swelling had to go down. They generally want you to keep it in longer but I didn’t have much swelling so the longer one was getting on my nerves.
As time goes on I am starting to feel like my old self again.
What is something you’ve done recently for yourself?