(emt, tech,)

It wasn’t really strange unless you figure in the previous three hours. A young lady came in with a finger she had sliced open cleaning something at the gas station/convenience store she worked at. Company policy and her manager dictated she go to the e.r. There was no reason for her to disrobe and she didn’t seem to be the tattoo type. We cleaned the wound and when the Dr. came in he determined she needed two stitches to close it clean and reduce scaring. Three hours for two sticthes… all over the needle. She didn’t like needles and didn’t want it. The shots they give to numb the finger, one on each side, wore off and we had to wait and do it again. She raised hell over the needles. Finally so the Dr. could get the stitches before the numbing shots wore off again I had to sit on the other side, holding that hand, and maintain eye contact so she didn’t look over talking to her. While I was chatting w/ her waiting for her discharge paperwork so I could clean the room and reset it she noticed the tattoo on my forearm and ask if it was what she thought it was. I distracted her. (I try to keep my tattoos covered when I work but that one is hard when the uniform is short sleeve. They all mean something, nothing “bad” but they have a meaning behind each and I earned them all.) She ask if I wanted to see her tattoo. I figure, she don’t like needles… maybe she got a dot as an expirament as a kid or she went to get one and the artist inked the needle for the test line and she was calling that a tattoo or something so I said sure. She just starts pulling off her clothes and I looked away. When she was done “stripping” she got my attention and said she had enough off I could see the whole thing. Wondering what the hell I look back at her. Her top and bra are off and her pants are lowered to just below her hip and yes she needed to remove that much clothing if she wanted me to see the whole thing. Three hours for two stitches and this woman has a full back from just below a collar level on the spine at the highest point of the ink down and onto her tail bone and across the tops of her butt cheeks that wraps around her body between the armpit and hip and extended on the sides and tops of her breasts, down her cleavage and crossing her abdomen extending below waist level to a more sensitive area of some kind of fantasy scene with dragons (a huge diving dragon being the majority of the back panel) and sorcerers and horses and such. I was stunned into silence. She just looked at me until I spoke and all I could come up with was ‘three hours for two stitches how in fuck’ (yes I broke composure and cussed) ‘did you sit still for that?’ Naturally the answer was, ‘I was drunk as shit at every session.’ lol