It's been six years since I had my tattoo, I think it's time to finished the lines that I missed. The photos are just proof that it's really my unfinished tattoo.
Here's is what it really looks like but without the flowers. I noticed that the image is hard to find. I used the Google lens and this is the most similar that I've found. The reason why I want to have a tatto is; I saw it in my husband, in his arms he put the name of our eldest daughter. Each letter downwards, the font is old English. So I decided to have a tattoo too. I admit that I was really nervous, because I saw my husband dealing with intense pain.
This is his second tattoo at his back. Because the details was need to be colored all black, my husband couldn't help but to winced in pain. He keeps on moving while the tatto artist is making his movement fast so they can both be done. The artist was also his friend so there's no problem at all. I know some of you know that the more colored a tattoo is the more It's painful to make.
My time has come, I don't know why my husband trust me that I can. He just said that I need to be brave. That day I have my menstruation period, but my husband told me to buy cotton. I saw a quail eggs so I bought a lot. I had a bit phobia in blood or wound but I have a four kids. That's why I picked that image.
The pattern was finished, the equipment is ready. They're just waiting for me to sit down. It started with the heart. It was not painful at all, just a bit. Hubby even said that there's already one done. Then he left and went to our house. I was just relaxing myself, I even get my phone and video it myself. But later on I felt something different; I was dizzy, I told the artist to stop but it keeps going..the next thing I remember was; they are waking me up. I even heard my husband to please don't leave me. His friend was also running to our neighbors. I asked what happened?
I lost consciousness, I was not feeling well after that. My husband said to his friend to take it away because I'm backing out. He also said that he saw me like this before with a wound and little blood. I just said to them I'm sorry for what happened, I don't want them to worry. I remember I already ranned out of medicine for my anemia. My kids bought me and I drink it right away. I vomited and then fell asleep. I woke up hungry and eat of course. I hated and pity myself at the same time.
Years after I said to my husband that I want to finished my tattoo. But he said no! Until it took 6 years and still not finished yet. Now I already have the courage to finished it because I see proud people of their tattoos and I envy them. Four kids took outside of me and I can't even finished one tattoo. Ohh my shame to myself.
