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Warning: If you don’t like the idea of, description or even the words needle, injection or shot, look away now. Also, you may not enjoy the picture below. Whoops, too late, you looked didn’t you? Sorry mate.
|That’s not a syringe… THIS is a syringe!|
It’s a ridiculous fear to have, especially since I’m the proud owner of exactly one tattoo. Admittedly it’s in a spot that isn’t known as one of the more painful AND it’s got a distinct watercolour feel to it so people with real tatts are totally disgusted with me right now. But, you see, I came out of that with a fairly awesome design that I can show off or keep secret from whomever I choose. This was just a great big ugly needle.
I won’t go into the whole process for you, suffice to say that I was lying on a table for 40 minutes being marked with textas (sharpies), prodded and given various shots before the big one, which was less than fun.
Ten minutes in I could feel my face getting a bit warm. Five minutes later I resembled a beetroot. How do you speak during a meeting without drawing attention to your face? I don’t know! But it’s been two hours now and I’m still being asked what’s wrong with me. Bahahaha. So many things.