Three days of 12.5 hour shifts… The bags under my eyes have turned into rucksacks. 😕 But at least my dreads are still keeping me happy. My new headband which is from @kodamalife(http://etsy.me/2czOc4H). It’s really comfortable and I love the colour and pattern. I bought 2 and the other one is reversible. Katerina made them herself and the quality is outstanding. Such a lovely lady too. 😊
So a little break from the dreaded journey to let you know what’s been happening with my sleeve. I had a bit of a break from work done on my arm as Esme was completely booked up. So the first chance I got when her book opened again I booked myself in for every 2 weeks up to mid October. I wasn’t going to wait 2 months again.
My arm looked like this up to this morning.
This is the tattoo which has given rise to so much ire amongst many of my patients. Bizarre huh. Nevermind.
So today I popped along to see Esme to get a wee bit more work done. I won’t show you the after results as my arm ballooned so badly. I appear to have a bit of a reaction to the red and dark purple ink. Sucks eh. How people are going to react to the latest work I don’t know. 😉
Recently at work I had a man tell me I couldn’t understand him because I was bloody Irish. This was after being informed of how disgusting I was due to having tattoos. I must admit that I have had others tell me how they feel about my tattoos and on the whole the comments have been positive. These comments knocked me though. I haven’t been racially abused in a long time and believe me I have been attacked before for being Irish. The early 90’s were not a good time to be Irish in England. Suffice to say an incident report was submitted. But it doesn’t really cut it, does it? I mean the comments may mean nothing to him but to me they were a personal attack.
I had a patient last weekend announce loudly to the ward how little she thought of tattoos and especially women who had them – she had seen a young girl walk past sporting some ink work. I had my back turned to her and removed the tubular bandage from my arm which I had on as I had more work done on my sleeve the day before, and when handing her her drugs I watched the horror and realisation on her face. I didn’t have to say a thing. That woman was not so vocal for the rest of the shift. But it must have been a weekend for the tattoo haters. An agency nurse decided to tell me how I was wasting my money on this dreadful habit I would live to regret. 😡 The hypocrisy of an agency nurse telling me about wasting money didn’t escape me.
Dreaded nurse 