So I've reached the last week of the tattoo relatively unscathed (I've only pulled my achilles tendon, my hamstring and worsened the condition of my, already buggered, knees) and I've not yet succumbed to the dreaded festival flu so I must be doing something right. I've decided that this will be my last tattoo though, I've done it for three years now and this year has just grated on me. I don't get enough time with Dave or my guinea pigs, I've not seen nearly as many shows as I would have liked to and I'm grumpy from lack of sleep. It's just not worth it.
So, in other matters, I'm paying a visit to the hospital next week and I'm starting to worry about it...The details are for another time, well once I've found out what's going on for myself...
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