Flaky Friday (F)Links

I’m now fully in the flaky phase of the tattoo process, and am losing large black/grey flakes at a pleasantly quick rate.

It’s really, really hard not to encourage the process, though, especially when (squick alert!) attached flakes are catching on my shirt at work.

Grody!

Sleeping has been rough since Saturday. When it was all raw and fresh, it just (ha!) hurt badly. Once it dried out, it hurt to do anything that stretched the skin, like lie on my stomach. Or lie on my side. Or relax my shoulder.

The winning solution for sleep so far is to use a small pillow under the front of my tattoo’d shoulder so I can sorta sleep on my stomach and keep the shoulder propped up. It’s not unlike my sleep solution for when I first hurt my shoulder, except that was on my back.

An even better solution (thanks, Angi!) was to switch from using lotion to using vitamin E oil. So soothing. Difficult to avoid overuse, though.

I’ve been conflicted between wanting all this to be over with–to just have a damn tattoo already–and enjoying the strangeness of what’s happening. Now that the pain’s mostly abated, I’m feeling more in-the-moment.

Anyway, in the midst of all of this, I’ve finally caught up on some innernet reading:
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Angels of the Children and Families, Inc: a Review

Over two years ago, I did some volunteer work for Angels of the Children and Families, Inc., and it didn’t end well. I wrote a review of the organization on VolunteerMatch, and after two years, the review has been removed for violation of their terms of use and community guidelines.

Strange how that took so long.

Well, here it is:

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Beach, With (Body) Mods

We took our second trip to Pawleys Island on our anniversary weekend. Notice the lack of links to that first trip? That’s because 1) I didn’t take my camera, and 2) I was hiding from the world after my wedding.

I forgot the good camera again this time, although given the way sand managed to insinuate itself everywhere, I’d’ve been afraid to unseal the carrying bag.

A beached jellyfish and resident crab at Pawleys Island.
I think the jellyfish was sad.

After roasting wonderfully on the beach, we spent time wandering around Brookgreen Gardens–again, our second visit. Last year, I was much more acutely into gardening (living in my last apartment wasn’t encouraging, but my garlic and my green onion lived on until this summer). This year, I had a horribly sore neck and it was about 105 degrees outside, so I was mostly trying not to take a jarring step.

That said, Greg and I were once-again awed by the live oaks with spanish moss. Awed enough that an idea began to set in when I returned to Charlotte.

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