"Curse" of the Dragon Tattoo Arm Sleeve
|My big bad dragon!|
As most of you know, I have a collection of compression arm sleeves that I wear to combat the lymphedema in my left arm secondary to my lymph node removal. I wouldn’t wear them if I didn’t have to, but such is life. I have one that has an Asian dragon motif on it, all in purples and blacks and oranges on a flesh-colored sleeve. If you’re not looking closely or see me from a distance, it’s easy to mistake it for a “real” tattoo. I really like it as it goes with a lot of different things and it’s a cool looking tattoo that I can take off.
Most of the time, people respond very positively to the sleeves. Most of the time…
On Tuesday, I wore the abovementioned sleeve. Lynn and I were out running errands, so we went to Wendy’s for lunch with the kids. I was standing at the drink fountain while an older gentleman and his grandson filled their cups. Neither gave me funny looks when the grandfather and I exchanged pleasantries.
They happened to sit down near us with the man’s wife facing me. They got themselves situated and then all bowed their heads to pray. Shortly after that, I started to notice the covert glances and then felt the waves of disapproval emanating from the wife. “What gives,” I thought to myself? And then I happened to glance down at my arm. Aha. My dragon sleeve was the cause of this good Christian woman’s angst.
I giggled to myself and filled Lynn in. Lynn, always a big advocate for me and anything related to my disease, immediately offered to go over and say something to the woman. Instead, I peeled the offending sleeve off to see if we could get a reaction out her (sassy, I know). Alas, it didn’t; she wasn’t even looking. Rats!
Plan B: I dared Lynn to say something to the woman as we were leaving. I know she would have too, but Josie needed a cup for water so I decided - no time like the present. I boldly walked over to the offended woman’s table and politely informed the woman that the tattoo wasn’t real; that I had to wear the sleeve because I had had BREAST CANCER. “Oh,” she said. “I was just admiring how well it went with your outfit.”
That woman is really lucky that I’m typically a polite person because I sooooo wanted to throw down the BS card! “… how well it went with your outfit,” my foot! Did she think that I couldn’t read her facial expressions, that I couldn’t feel the disapproval emanating from her body? Seriously?!
I try to be a pretty tolerant kind of person. Of course there are things that I find unusual or sometimes disturbing, but who am I to judge? It wasn’t like I was being disruptive or that my children were running amok and being obnoxious while I sat there doing nothing. I was minding my own business and the kids (all five of them) were behaving better than some adults do in restaurants.
That’s the second time that I’ve had such a negative reaction to my sleeve by a woman who appears to be somewhat “religious”. The first woman almost asked me to leave her husband’s hospital room when I went to see him for speech therapy after his stroke. I don’t get it. Jesus wasn’t judgmental; what gives those women the right to be?
I just have three words for them: “Bless your heart!” ;0)