I did something my mother explicitly told me not to do. I got a tattoo.
A very large tattoo.
It is Aragorn’s poem from LOTR and it takes up the majority of my rib cage on the left side. It took four hours. It is amazing. Pictures will be posted eventually, but now I’m just laying down waiting for the 3-5 hours to pass so I can clean it, air dry it for an hour, and go to bed.
This is the text of the poem:
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall waken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Yes, I’m that much of a nerd.
My artist was wonderful. She said I was quite the champ, and she never had anyone sit through a rib tattoo with as little complaint. It only hurt quite a lot in a couple of places, but it was never unbearable.
But. I ate Lunch at one. My tattoo started at 4:30, finished at 8: 15. I didn’t eat anything from 1 to that point. I barely drank any water. So, when the tattoo was finished and I stood up…
So they gave me some orange juice, trail mix, and fruit chews. I ate those, then had a wonderful dinner, felt fine, and now I’m home.
I just hope my mom still loves me.