To commemorate my fifth transplanniversary, I got me some ink and placed another √ on my Buttkick List. A little dark purple gift box with a cursive L for a bow to be exact. I had it placed around my transplant scar, where Leason’s miracle marrow entered my body through the PICC line in my left arm. I must say, it looks pretty awesome – I keep admiring it (the tattoo, NOT my jiggly, floppy tricep).
I’ve always heard about the pain associated with being tatted, so I was slightly concerned with the chance I would jump off the table mid-ink and cause an event. Maybe due to the fact that mine was so tiny and fine, but it truly was nothing that caused me to breathe weird, clench, sweat or make animal sounds. I rather enjoyed it. My tattoo artist, Will, made a template from my artwork, placed it exactly where I wanted it on my arm, had me lie on the table, confirmed the ink color, told me not to move, asked if I was ready, then began. I was expecting lots of injection-like sensations, but it wasn’t that at all. It felt like slices with a very fine scalpel. I couldn’t see it happening, but I think there was quite a bit of clean up (blood? ink?), because he did some mopping with a paper towel from time to time. The whole thing took about ten minutes on the table. It was really fun! Got the t-shirt, too 🙂
I’ve been plotting and planning this tattoo outing for quite some time. As I shared my plans with friends and family members, I was met with the full gamut of 100% enthusiasm to 100% admonition. I explained that I was not looking to have a giant devil skull permanently engrained on my forehead, but still I got plenty of hesitant vibes. My daughter, Mychaela had some good advice. Decide on a design, then let it marinate in my brain for at least a year, and if I’m still excited about having a permanent version of that design on my skin, go for it. She was never too enthusiastic about her mom getting a tattoo. I rolled my eyes, told her that I’m 54 now, and I can get a tattoo if I feel like it, ’cause she’s not the boss of me! OMG! Then I slammed the door and threatened running away from home.
At my last follow up appointment at COH, my blood work was spectacular and Dr. F said I didn’t need to come back for SIX MONTHS!!! He also gave me permission to get a tat 🙂
Thanks to the unmatched support from my medical team, my friends, my family, and especially Todd, Mychaela, Rex, my mom, my dad and my hero bronor, Leason Pomeroy IV, I’ve had a rad bonus five years of life! I’m trying my best to make it count! Lately, I’ve been painting a ton. Last year for Christmas, Todd gave me some painting lessons with three painters I greatly admire… I’ve continued with one of them, who has become my mentor, and I’m loving it! I paint at home (sometimes until the wee morning hours, because I can’t separate the brushes from my fingers), then take my work to his studio for critique and inspiration. Here is one of my latest: