I am getting my tattoo removed.
A laser is zapping the ink out of my skin because, after 17 years, I decided I'm ready to wear sleeveless tops to the office.
It didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. I'm such a baby, psyching myself out about things like that.
I got off the bus a stop early and walked over to the B-cycle bikes at the library. Hopped on a bike and rode it to the station closest to the tattoo removal place (called What Were You Inking? Cute, huh?). Found a delish little breakfast place and got a bite to eat before my 9:00 appointment.
The folks at the Ink place were super faboo and the process did not hurt a bit. It looked kind of gross while the blisters were healing but after one session, I can see a huge difference.
Exciting!
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