It’s been a crazy few months in my life, so I apologize in advance for the long gaps between my posts! I recently graduated with my undergraduate degree from the University of Colorado in Denver and moved to Miami, FL to attend the University of Miami for grad school. Because I started my tattoo removal sessions at What Were You Inking in Denver, I wanted to keep going there.
I finally had the time off of work to fly back there and get a session and the CRAZIEST THING happened. I flew in on a Sunday afternoon and spent some time with friends. The next morning, I had my session at 10:30am. The session went well, but Jill skipped the red areas because she said the color is coming out of them well and she didn’t want to aggravate my skin. (Red ink can cause hyper-[or hypo?] pigmentation which can cause your skin to turn white and never be able to turn tan again if you over-work the removal of it) Since she wasn’t doing the red, I think she turned up the heat on the black!

I asked her if my flight at 5:30 that day was going to effect it at all and she said no… well…. that may or may not have actually been the case. Jill was awesome and wrapped up my arm snugly so that I could get through the airport and security pat-downs without any trouble. The only problem was that about 2 hours into my 4-hour long flight, I started losing feeling in my left hand. I thought it was subtle, like my hand was falling asleep. I usually keep my arm in a sling while I’m healing because my arm gets so heavy from the swelling. Well, I looked in the sling to check on the bandage and it appeared that my arm was bulging out of the bandages… but only in the areas that didn’t have medical tape (which wasn’t a while lot because of how tight she wrapped it).
I hit the flight attendant call button and asked if they had a first aid kit on board. OH MY GOODNESS you should have seen the look on that woman’s face when I told her I had to cut the bandage off or I was going to lose feeling in that hand. LOL. I was escorted to the back of the plane and all four flight attendants scavenged around the aircraft for a pair of scissors (Southwest just got new planes and things are in different places, I guess, ha). Finally, a brave little flight attendant donned a pair of plastic gloves and decided to help me, since I couldn’t do it with the angle the bandage was at.
She cut the bandage off in one clean cut, but then I didn’t have anything to close it back up with more slack. This began another scavenger hunt for medical tape… strange it’s not in the same place…?
Regardless… they finally found some and taped one piece across the top and one on the bottom of my bandage. (There was one more piece of the original tape that we could re-use to close the center)
That seemed to work and I put my arm back in the sling and took my seat. They gave me a bag of ice which then looked even worse to all the other concerned passengers wondering what commotion was going on this whole time, lol.
As if that wasn’t enough of a hurdle… my boyfriend picked me up from the airport once I landed and when we were still about 20 minutes from his apartment, his alternator went out in his car! We broke down and were stuck for FOUR HOURS WAITING FOR PROGRESSIVE’s ROADSIDE ASSISTANCE. This entire time, my bandage is open to all kinds of fun things floating around the hot Florida air and I didn’t have anything to close it back up with.
Because Jill wrapped up the bandage while my arm was still small, there wasn’t enough surface area to cover the amount that the cabin air pressure made my arm swell. Eventually, I asked my boyfriend if he had anything in his car I could use and he gave me a pack of Band-Aids! The little square of cotton in the middle of the Band-Aid was just the right size to cover the exposed part of my arm! Then, the two sticky sides held the bandage together until I could get home and clean it.

Looks like I’m dating McGyver! My hero! <3



