This mid life crisis of mine has re-wired my brain...with much menopausal insanity mixed in

Now from my first tattoos, I knew the next ones would be some what painful, but I thought no more than the tolerable pain of the first two.  Nope not even close.  I had not a wee bit of inkling, of what I was in for.  Nor that the intensity of the stabbing pain, would be like someone was trying to saw my lower back in half.  Did not have a clue, until that tattoo needle met my lower back and I was like a deer caught in the headlights of pain. The closer to the sides of the back, the more intense the pain...not to diminish that every where else was just as bad.  If this had been my first tattoo, I never would have gone back for a second one.

Now as I am laying on the table facing another tattoo artist, tattooing three other woman, one after another,  none of whom, are not even flinching.  The first one is texting on her cell phone, while getting her upper back tattooed. The one after, had one tattooed near her collar bone and told me it felt numbed.  Am I the only one who's head is spinning, like Linda Blair's in the movie, The Exorcist.

Now I don't know if it is just my tattoo artist, or if they all have selective hearing when you are cursing...ouch stop.  Its as though they have ear plugs in.  I was cursing, like I was possessed by a sailors mouth, even cursed the ex, who I have had no anger at, up until that moment. I was so ready to leave with just the outline and no shading done.  What possessed me to continue, all the while with feeling like, the knife stabbing pain in my back...I don't know.  Between my potty mouth, the only thing that alternated out of my mouth, was me asking...how close to being  done are we,  in that sailor's potty mouth of mine.  Almost done with the outline is what I heard, when I thought it had taken so long, we should have been done with the whole thing.  Thank goodness I decided to only to cover 3/4 of my lower back and not the whole thing.  Then we get to the shading.  Do you know that a girl in pain does not want to hear, we have 20 more cherry blossoms left, to shade.  Nope not the thing she wants to hear.  The original picture of the tattoo I wanted could not be done, as for some reason it could not be traced.  So we  found another tattoo of cherry blossoms that I liked.  This one had 2 birds in it. So glad I was not enamoured with the birds...less time tattooing meant less intolerable pain.  Thank you Caitlin and Brian for allowing me to squeeze your hands, with the power I did not know I had...through the whole time.

So at this point I am thinking there is no way I am going to get the Japanese symbols on the back of my calf today...as this pain paralyzed my brain.  After it was done and I saw how beautiful it was...(I lost what little mind I had left, once again) ya know I had to question one of the guys who had a calf tattoo and he said it was not as painful as the lower back...so back I went on the table...every irrational part of me.

No pictures yet, but hopefully very soon.