So, I bragged it up about
my tattoo. I was so excited. We all understand the horribly long road of pain, medication side effects, one unexpected crisis after another...it's really no way to live. We are forced into a life we have no choice but to accept, then we are forced to make a decision for organ removal or some sort of off-the-wall surgery that never in a million years would be ever believe we would have to go through.
After the nightmare of staph infections, surgeries, open-wounds for three months straight, and then the struggle of the proctocolectomy I decided to tattoo my arm in a place very visible and open, as the scar already there is difficult to accept, as it's story makes me cry.
Now, I have a tattoo that makes me want to cry. It is not at all what the artist said it would be. The color is not as promised and the overall design is not what was showed to me on paper. My heart is broken and I'm not sure what I will do. I plan on visiting this place on Wednesday to talk with the owner. I feel as though I over paid for something that is causing me a great amount of sadness.
Honestly, I feel bad for owner of this shop. He'll either get my overly emotional tearful side, which will definitely pull the woe-is-me card and make him and the artist feel just horrible for what has happened. Or...
He will get my overly angry very opinionated b with an itchy side, which will explain to him the hell I've endured and how irrate I am that after all I've gone through some little piece of sh with an it has come along and made matters worse!
Either way, I think I'll get my point across and hopefully have a better story to post about that night.
I'm really the wrong ostomate to piss off.
(my smurf's hat is hiding the devil horns and b/c he doesn't have a nose you can't see the flames shooting from his nostrils)