You know how mothers get pregnant with a second or third or fifth child and in the midst of the postpartum healing period someone asks them, “When are you going to have another?” And their eyes bug out of their heads as they shout, “NEVER!”
I’m in that spot with tattoo healing right now.
I got a new tattoo on the night of April 16, which is celebrated as Project Semicolon Day. I had participated the previous two years by drawing a semicolon on my wrist to signify the fact that my story is not over yet; I could have ended it, but I choose to keep going. I decided to make it permanent, because semicolons are the best punctuation. Plus, I’m an editor. Plus, you know, meaning and feelings and stuff.
My previous tattoo takes up my whole forearm and really only hurt when the tattoo artist crossed the vein at the center of the top of my wrist. It’s also on my left arm. I don’t do much with my left arm.
Turns out I do a lot with my right wrist.
My semicolon is turned to face the side so that both I and my audience can see it properly. It’s also off-set a little so it does a little wrap-around thing because I know what I like and I like off-set things.
It’s also exactly where my wrist rests when I’m typing on the laptop. Or writing with a pen on paper. Or doing absolutely anything. I have bumped it on doors, on drawers, in the car and in the shower. I have accidentally scratched it with a fingernail and with a cardboard box.
This little puppy didn’t hurt much when I got it. The outline doesn’t go over the center of my wrist (smart off-set thing there, you see) and the filling in, as usual, just felt hot. Now it’s scabby, like it’s supposed to be, feels like a equator-formed sunburn, and if I bump it off one more freaking thing, I swear I’m going to scream my head off.
So no, today I do not want another tattoo.
Ask me again in about one week when it’s done sloughing off the scabs and skin. The answer will be yes: Sweet peas on my left outer shoulder. Note the left. I think all tattoos will now be relegated to the left arm. My right arm does too much.
But no, I don’t want any more babies, thankyouverymuch.