...and I'm back. Jackie from Inspire called the other day to tell me their new premises are up and running and it is time to go back for more tattoo zapping. If I'm honest, the embarrassment of wriggling around squealing like a girl at the last session made me a little hesitant about going back. Even Mr Me noticed I had been whinging less about my tat than normal, but the only other option is walking around with a slightly removed tattoo for the rest of my life.

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So here is today's lesson: when you are feeling even slightly hormonal, do not go and have lasers fired at you. As you can see from the pic, Jackie only managed to cover half the top area before I had crawled into foetal position and was begging her to stop. I think she thought I was crying. I wasn't, I was laughing. It is a rather ridiculous response I have to such inappropriate things as: pain, arguments, death, and people falling over.

Anyway, we did a bit, and Jackie smiled very sweetly even though secretly she must have thought I was a crazy lady, and the photos show the ink in the previously treated area is disappearing - very exciting!