I'm off on a roadtrip today. I'm headed to Crapchester for my second tattoo removal appointment. If it's anything like my first, and I suspect that it will be, I might as well throw myself in front of a bus right now. Luckily I have a great doctor who likes to poke gentle fun at me as he uses the laser to grind up my skin. Last time he could be heard saying, "Seemed like a good idea at the time!" in between my screams. (Yeah, you heard me. Screams.) I love tats, and only have one, but it's been fifteen years and it's time for a change. When I explained to my doc that I got it in college with friends, he said, "Oh, a sorority tattoo." (It's not.) And then he mocked in a high-pitched voice set to imitate a girl, "Come on, girls, let's do something crazy!"
I don't care what you see on Miami Ink, the truth is that getting a tattoo hurts. Mine is around my ankle and I agree with whoever said that getting it there feels like having your foot amputated with a dull kitchen knife. Getting a tattoo removed hurts more. It makes getting the tattoo feel like a yummy massage. I had a problem with it healing wrong after my first appointment in early December and all of the pictures of setting up the Christmas tree have me in the background with my leg elevated on the couch. Good times!
Update: I should mention that the experience this time has been a total breeze! The laser procedure itself did hurt again (note - use ice instead of the lidocaine cream to numb the tat site beforehand) but there hasn’t even been mild discomfort since I left the appointment. I’m already planning my next tattoo! Psych!