Time to stifle your shrieks and open your minds, dear readers, for you will find that this is a story outside of the parameters of Judaism. A story not about desecrating The Body, but one of adorning it, rewarding it. It is about a little needle and a whole lot of Bacitracin. You've read the title; you know what I'm talking about.I was not raised in a home particularly concerned with religion. Channukah was just like any other week and cheeseburgers weren't outlawed due to kashrut but for cholesterol content. In fact, it was barely a week ago that I even learned the word kashrut.