Cold Feet

I have Raynaud's Syndrome, and today is the day it came out in full force for the first time this season.

Mostly, I get it in my toes. and it is definitely a smallie. I didn't even realize that occasionally having fingers or toes look like they're dead wasn't normal until I met someone else who had it in their nipples. It doesn't hurt and I don't have it very badly. I just have to be careful about my hands and feet getting cold, or else put up with not being able to tell if my extremities are still attached. And then feeling all weird and pins-and-needly as I rub whatever's disappeared and the blood flows back in. Two pairs of socks for me, from here till April.

Tomorrow is the first of my two tattoo appointments. That's right, today is the last day for bare skin on my ribs. Now that it's here, I'm a little trepidatious. What if I don't like the squid and whale? What if it hurts too much and I wiggle around and fuck up his work? What if he figures out that his ex is dating my ex and that makes him irritable and distracted?

Pshaw, I say to that inner nagging voice, pshaw. These tattoos are going to be great. I have a high pain tolerance. He's a great tattoo artist. The squid and whale is a great idea.

Am I convinced yet? Well, at least the blood is flowing back in.

Hopefully, photos to follow. Though I haven't delivered on the Nova Scotia/Montreal photos yet, have I? No, I have not.