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Well, finally it happened. After taking them out three years, seven months and eleven days ago, I have finally had my earrings put back in. I have missed them. You’ll ask, well, dummy, why did you take them out? I’ll tell you why.

Three years, seven months and twelve days ago today I had my triple bypass heart surgery. I had to remove everything for that. My Scorpio necklace that I never take off, my black rubber bracelets that I never take off and then my earrings. I 2015-11-29 15.39.08also had to be shaved from my neck down. Everything. Every. Thing. Getting the earrings out was hard as I’d never had them removed since having the three done back around 2008. One I had done when I was 19, at the mall, with one of those guns. Anywhat! I had to leave the earrings out while my body healed to keep risk of infection at a minimum. Time passed and I didn’t try to put them in for a bit. When I tried, I couldn’t get them in. I asked The BCPF to put them in and she wouldn’t, afraid she’d hurt me.

We were doing a little tour of the upper Trade Street area with Ma Frère-in-Law on Friday and stopped to talk to ask Sl8ter at Big Winston Tattoo a question about whether they’re still called Tattoo Parlors (they don’t care either way as long as you don’t call them “tat shops”) or not and we got into a discussion about my earrings. They said if I bring my own in they’d only charge $5. So, yesterday, I took mine in and they put them in. Let me say, that shite hurt!! They had to restretch the holes to get them in and they had to completely stretch the oldest hole to accommodate the larger gauge. Painful, indeed. They’re still quite tender. But, I’m glad to have them back in. Shout out to Nate Potts at Big Winston Tattoo.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.” – Erma Bombeck