Mar 09 2009
After a better-than-expected start to the day, I peaked at around midday and the word ‘melancholy’ is a good description for this afternoon’s feelings.
The weekend was fantastic, and the write up deserves more enthusiasm than I’m able to muster up at this moment. I may do it tomorrow.
In other news, my arm still smells like assholes.
Mar 09 2009
On Friday, I started work on a tattoo I’ve been thinking about for the last few years.
About 11 years ago, one of my decisions resulted in me being left with a large scar on my left arm. While I like the scar, over the years I’ve become tired of explaining it to people who are usually shocked by what they hear.
More recently (read: last two to three years), I’ve become very self conscious of it, and cover it up when ever I’m out in public. My previously thick skin seems to be thinner these days.
I spoke to Steve early last year about how to minimise the visual impact of it, and he thought some dot work could be used to good effect.
Roll on more than a year later, I pull my finger out to get an appointment. It was Friday.
I arrived early, and did what any normal geek would do while waiting to be tattooed – I fixed their wireless network. Steve came out shortly after to show me the design he’s been working on – it’s based around geometric 3d shapes with one side shaded. The other sides will have dot work.
After only the outline was in place, you could barely see the scar it’s hiding. Once the solid black work was done, it was further disguised.
The inking itself was, as usual, pretty painless, though as I was sitting up, there was no opportunity to fall asleep :)
I’ve another two hours booked in a fortnight, after we’ve seen how well the scar holds the ink (I’m noticing some spreading already). I’m hopeful it’ll be a great success.
For those of you who’ve not seen the facebook photos, one taken with the JesusPhone:
Mar 09 2009
After several years of aggravation, I finally made the necessary arrangements to have one of my molars removed.
It was damaged years ago, and was sporting a lovely crown, however occasionally I would get a swelling in the gum above, and this would push the crown proud of my other teeth. Unfortunately, this meant whenever my teeth came together, it hurt like buggary.
I’d been given the option to remove it about size months ago, but as it was only playing up once a year, I chose to keep it in – I do quite like my teeth. More recently though it was playing up frequently, so it needed to go.
I don’t mind dental work usually; I can normally relax into the drilling and whatever, but it’s deeply disconcerting to hear the roots of a tooth being broken from the jaw structure.
But it’s gone now. Despite accidently trying to chew a big lump of chocolate where the tooth used to be (ouch!), it’s been painless. And the dentist told me I could drink while taking the antibiotics she prescribed. Win.
