Black fine-line lettering and a black caduceus symbol on the inner wrist of a person wearing a white floral dress, styled as a lettering tattoo.

Caduceus and diabetic alert wrist tattoo

Lettering · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black ink tattoo on the inner wrist, showing a caduceus with a snake-entwined staff and wings above the words "Insulin Dependent" and "Diabetic" in small script lettering. The linework is clean and the ink is solid black with no colour, set against a white dress with a pink and green floral print. The composition centres the wrist with the dress softly blurred in the background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gate had been painted the wrong green again, and Ned was on his knees with a tin of primer when the postman came up the lane shouting that a parcel needed signing for. I stood in for him, scrawling my name on the screen while Ned waved a brush at me from the path. The gate was the old one from the surgery in Crewkerne, all iron scrolls and a little cast staff set into the top rail. Two snakes twist up the staff and a pair of wings sprout from the crown, and Ned's father had polished it every Sunday for thirty years so that it caught the light on the way to church.

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Ned never liked the wings. He said a messenger's emblem had no business on a gate that only wanted to keep the hens out of the beans. Still, he had spent a whole winter rubbing the rust from them, and when he finished he fixed two small white plates underneath, one reading the word for sugar and one for the house. The plates were for Mrs Harcourt next door, who sat on the bench by the runner beans every afternoon with a cardigan pocket full of sweets and a flask of cordial she never drank from in front of anyone.

She came round that evening, cardigan buttoned, and read the plates with her glasses on the end of her nose. Then she put her hand flat on the cold iron, the way you might steady yourself on a banister, and said the wings were a bit much for a garden. Ned laughed and told her the staff had done more useful work than the wings ever did. We left the gate open for her after that, and she walked through it without looking up.