The first tattoo I committed myself to, a shaded grey and white quill on my left shoulderblade, was designed by me, one of my residents (I was an RA at the time) and the artist. I sketched out the first design, the resident polished it, the artist tweaked it, and about an hour later I sported my first tattoo. I love that it was a collaborative effort, because there’s the memory and sentiment attached to it.