When I was a freshman in college, I got my first tattoo….it hurt.
A couple months later, I pierced my upper right ear lobe….it hurt.
About a year after that, I pierced my navel….it hurt.
Notice a pattern?
Finally, I discovered the joys of shopping and my rebellious stage ended.
Speaking of shopping, the other day I decided I deserved a new necklace and ventured to a local jewelry store. As I admire the baubles and trinkets in the window, I am subliminally beckoned towards a colorful yet classy storefront….hmm, a tattoo place.
It caught my eye because my neighborhood is pretty cookie cutter, entertainment industry professionals or white pickett fence families. I’m basically the riff-raff of my hood.
I wander in and meet Howard Teman. I have no idea I’m talking to a guy that has tatted numerous rockers and celebs. He graciously answers all my questions and even tries to entertain Bronson with the tattoo needles. Just kidding….about the needles.
I had been wanting to get a tattoo for a while and after chatting with Howard, he made me feel really comfortable and patiently helped create just what I wanted. Besides, a tattoo was much cheaper than a diamond pendant.
So, here’s the deal. It had been about 12 years since I last got a tattoo. I figured in that time span, surely modern technology had revolutionized the tattoo industry and it was now a painfree procedure. I watched as a young female was relaxing while Howard finished up her 3 hour long tattoo that covered half her lower back. She didn’t have a complaint in the world. She happily invited me over to admire her new tat. It was cool.
My turn. So far the procedure was still the same.
-pick your design
-stencil it onto your body (sort of like those wash off tats kids get at birthday parties)
-fill it in with the permanent ink (and needle)
Easy enough. Howard showed me the new needle and sterile equipment. He throws some James Brown on (because I said I wanted to hear somthing funky, ok, I was thinking more along the lines of Snoop, but whatever). Then it happens….I realize modern technology has not changed a dayum thing with the pain of the needle. It probably doesn’t help that I chose the wrist, the body part loaded with sensitive nerves.
I instantly wonder how the previous customer sat through 3 hours of this…oh, I’m later informed she took 2 Vicodin prior….NICE. Where’s my painkillers?!!? Luckily I pop an Alleve that my sister had. More for peace of mind, because in that short time span, it really didn’t do jack. lol
Nonetheless, Howard is great assuring me that I’m doing well and earns extra points with me when he says “women definitely take the pain better than men….especially moms.” Oh yeah!!
Finally we’re done. Here’s the finished product:
I’m not in the Mob. It says “Mo” and “B”-the nicknames for my sons.
Howard is making sure my pimp smack reflex isn’t activated.
The artist at work.
OOOOOH….I told ya’ll it hurt. Some places more than others. Forgot about the ulna and radial nerves. 8 years in the medical profession for nothing!
If you’re in Cali, make sure you go see Howard. He’s funny, nice, has great prices, lets you pick your own music to relax to, doesn’t moan and grown if you change your tat design/font a zillion times….and didn’t call me a crybaby not once!