oh man. what a day. 
for those of you who are aware of mutant arm, this drill is all too familiar... because typing really hurts me right now, i'm going to leave my mutant arm explanation in the journal for all of you to read rather than doling out separate explanations for everyone... any other time...
i'm terribly incoherent so i hope this makes some sense.
our legend begins in HELL... eh. nevermind. how to make a long story short... i have a few tattoos. just a couple, mind you... and one of them... kind of a big one... really, really bothers me.
i'm fading my left 3/4 sleeve by means of laser with intentions of re-tattooing the arm.
but why, you might ask? that piece was my first major piece... drilled into me back when i didn't know the difference between a great tattoo... and... well, a not so great tattoo. not to say that it's completely bogus; i've seen BAD tattoos, and this isn't one of them... but compared to the other work i have on me... it's just not up to par.
lasers HURT. no wonder luke and all of his buddies were always running from the storm troopers...
i was at the clinic for approximately four hours; i cried like a little girl, cursed my doctor several times, and broke one of those stress relieving squeeze balls. the nurse snapped a few photos for me, but this is the only one that turned out. it was taken right after we finished, when the blisters were just starting to come up:
there was a lot of pinpoint bleeding today, and the swelling was almost instantaneous. he upped my voltage again.
when i change the dressings tomorrow i'll try to get some more pictures... some close ups of the nastier areas, and something with some perspective to give you some idea of how fucking huge my arm is going to be for the next week.
right now i look like a surly deer in headlights.
six down, (hopefully) only four more to go...
i might not be around much the next week or so... this shit really hurts. simple everyday tasks become huge mountains to climb... everything from typing to trying to feed myself makes me want to vomit.
but i'll update pictures as i get them.
rest assured, even if i'm not around... there are a lot of you who i know have been having hard times, and i'm forever trying to send good vibes your way...
august has been a crap month. but it's almost over.
i love you guys. and i am criminally blurry.
ARRR!
**UPDATE**
my arm is still killing me. there are some really tall painful blood blisters. i think i'm going back to bed. miss you guys. try to be around a little more when i'm feeling better. that is all.
for those of you who are aware of mutant arm, this drill is all too familiar... because typing really hurts me right now, i'm going to leave my mutant arm explanation in the journal for all of you to read rather than doling out separate explanations for everyone... any other time...
i'm terribly incoherent so i hope this makes some sense.
our legend begins in HELL... eh. nevermind. how to make a long story short... i have a few tattoos. just a couple, mind you... and one of them... kind of a big one... really, really bothers me.
i'm fading my left 3/4 sleeve by means of laser with intentions of re-tattooing the arm.
but why, you might ask? that piece was my first major piece... drilled into me back when i didn't know the difference between a great tattoo... and... well, a not so great tattoo. not to say that it's completely bogus; i've seen BAD tattoos, and this isn't one of them... but compared to the other work i have on me... it's just not up to par.
lasers HURT. no wonder luke and all of his buddies were always running from the storm troopers...
i was at the clinic for approximately four hours; i cried like a little girl, cursed my doctor several times, and broke one of those stress relieving squeeze balls. the nurse snapped a few photos for me, but this is the only one that turned out. it was taken right after we finished, when the blisters were just starting to come up:
there was a lot of pinpoint bleeding today, and the swelling was almost instantaneous. he upped my voltage again.
when i change the dressings tomorrow i'll try to get some more pictures... some close ups of the nastier areas, and something with some perspective to give you some idea of how fucking huge my arm is going to be for the next week.
right now i look like a surly deer in headlights.
six down, (hopefully) only four more to go...
i might not be around much the next week or so... this shit really hurts. simple everyday tasks become huge mountains to climb... everything from typing to trying to feed myself makes me want to vomit.
but i'll update pictures as i get them.
rest assured, even if i'm not around... there are a lot of you who i know have been having hard times, and i'm forever trying to send good vibes your way...
august has been a crap month. but it's almost over.
i love you guys. and i am criminally blurry.
ARRR!
**UPDATE**
my arm is still killing me. there are some really tall painful blood blisters. i think i'm going back to bed. miss you guys. try to be around a little more when i'm feeling better. that is all.
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rylie:
just so you know, so that I'm not so creepy as I last night decided I was, I am Rylie. Because I realized that while begging for your friendship, and graciously recieving your kiss on my cheek, you may or may not know who I am. But rest assured I love you regardless.
rylie:
tehe, then you win. Tis a worthy acomplishment, knowing JUS WHO I AM... or something... I'm talking nonsense.