Declined

I got up early this morning and got ready for another appointment with the nurse, for even more B12. Which I think I'm starting to get used to, although it's pretty damn sore afterwards.
I told the nurse I was heading off for more needle action at lunchtime and a new tattoo, she screwed up her face and said "whatever for?" I'm guessing she's not too fond of tattoos.

So, around lunchtime I collected Harriet who was going to accompany me for the inking.

We strolled in and heard the telltale sound of the machine tattooing someone in the back room.

He called my name and strolled out to speak to me.

I was declined.

He said my design was too complicated.

I suppressed a sniffle.

It was in the concentric circles apparently.

He'd tried to trace them and just couldn't get them exactly right, so was worried that once it came to doing it on my actual skin with that permanent needle he wouldn't do a good job.

Which is fine really. I'd rather he were confident about it than have a go and I end up with a horrid mess that I can't exactly wash off.

I asked for a little of his time to discuss some other work I have in mind, so once he'd finished up the tattoo he was working on, he came and chatted to me.

For nearly an hour!

I have some weird plans, but they've been lingering in my mind for a while now and he really understood what I wanted and was keen to get it exactly right.

I have a new appointment for next week and this time I'm guaranteed to come away with some new ink.

Oooh, seeing as you won't be seeing this on my person, want to see the design that caused the troubles? Here it is:

Man in the maze. The way I understand it is that life is not unlike a maze, sometimes you hit a dead end, sometimes you have to find a new way, but the moral is that if you keep on going, you'll reach your destination and where you're supposed to be. I like that. We've all hit a dead end or two. (Or two dozen). Maybe I'll find a new maze design.... I hadn't thought of that before.... now there's a plan....