Fading Fast...

So, my tattoo got a nod of approval from the doc on Friday, one week into healing. Some peeling. Saturday, I washed my hair and when I opened my eyes, it seemed my entire areola had slipped down the drain! I guess the water pressure for so long helped my skin peel.

Now it looks so light! I know that it will take a while to even out, and now it's closer to the other side than it was before. But I miss the dark color.

The other night before the peel, I sat up in bed and saw in the mirror that I appeared (from afar) to have 2 actual breasts, not one with a mangled doppelganger who doesn't quite fit the bill, but is a "block away".

The good news is that I'm no longer bandaged and goopified. I have spent so much of the past year in various states of medical dress. In fact, I have a few rolls of different types of tape, gauze, etc. for different stages of breast deconstruction and reconstruction. I guess the crap keeps coming in handy.

It's been a very long week - rehearsals and gigs. Tomorrow is a dance piece - I only play 2 pieces in the show, so I'm hopeful that I'll get to see the others! Not sure exactly how to dress, all black... so I'm sticking with black pants, tank and a vest. Blazer in case it's chilly. Semi-conservative heels, as my 5" usuals may be a bit much. I'll know more after the gig, and will be able to plan better for the future. Last night was dirty, filthy, hysterical blues. I work hard, but boy - my life sure is fulfilling artistically!!!

Now to check on my girl. We were out at a Sun Ra tribute show. Yeah, my 12 year old knows that Space is the Place.