While I was in Toronto a few weeks ago, I got a new tattoo from a highly recommended tattoo artist.
I was totally in love with it, I thought that my artist did a great job with the exception of a tiny little bleeding at the edge of birdie #1’s wing. Fine. I can live with that – super easy to touch up and my artist at home would probably do it for me for free once it healed. He also offered to touch it up when I return to Toronto, but who knows when that will happen?
Then…the healing phase. Or rather, the NOT-FREAKING-HEALING-PROPERLY phase. I am no stranger to tattoos and how to care for them during the healing process. I have a frickin’ foot wide phoenix across my back – I just got it last year!
It healed without incident, not one scab, not one scar. However, I have begun to notice recently that the foot in the center of the phoenix looks like a penis. Thanks, hubs, for pointing that out a year AFTER I got the tattoo.
So when my artist told me to let it dry out for two days and then start putting moisturizer on it, I said “okay” but really, inside my head I was thinking, “Um, no, I will care for it properly so that it doesn’t get ruined, thank you very much.”
The joke was on me.
Normally, when my husband (who has 3 tattoos) or I get a tattoo, we keep a salve on it for a few days while it heals to prevent scarring. With the phoenix, I used A&D ointment. I forget what the hubs has used…
Anyhow, I didn’t actually have anything with me, so I mentioned that I was going to run to the convenience store and buy a small tube of salve for the tattoo. My friend kindly offered up her own that she had laying around her from last tattoo.
Unfortunately, the air was so much drier in Toronto than the weather that I am used to that I either a) didn’t use enough of the salve or b) it was just too dry, period. Every time I looked down at the tattoo, it was dry and puckered up. I slathered on the salve constantly, and it didn’t seem to stay moist at all…I would wake up in the morning with it completely dry and actually hurting from the skin drying up so tight! Then it began to scab.
So I cried a little. I admit it. This tattoo meant so much to me, and here I was, not able to properly care for it and it was literally – well, maybe not literally, but you get it – rotting before my eyes. At one point, it actually bled when something rubbed up against it.
It’s been two weeks and they are almost healed and the damage is devastating. All three birds have been ruined from the scarring.
The only saving grace in this whole ordeal is that my birdies are so small that it should be no problem having my home tattoo artist fix them up after they’re done healing.
Though, with my luck, he will probably want to turn them into a sleeve. Go big or go home, right?