… is something I try to do on a regular basis.
I have always been curious about getting a tattoo, and knew that I wanted to, but thought I was too much of a chicken to ever go through with it. So I figured it was time.
My older brother and I have had a Superman “thing” for years. We each have several medical conditions that defy explanation and cause the docs to make funny faces and scratch their heads, so we laugh about it and call ourselves Kryptonian. My most recent blood test confirmed that my bizarre — and evidently, benign — blood condition* was probably caused by a rare genetic mutation. I smiled and thanked my hematologist for medically confirming my status as a mutant being. It explains a lot, really.
Other outrageously happy associations with this symbol have emerged along the way — linking it with my strength and health and good luck — so it was clear to me that it was time to make it official.
* Essential Thrombocythemia — I have enough platelets to stop the bleeding of four adults. Go ahead, laugh. It’s funny.