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The girl with the ears |
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Oh, so you are the girl with the ears...well, yes, I have ears therefore I guess that could be me. No, you are the girl with all the piercings in your ears...well, yes, that is me. Currently, in my right ear, I have my tragus, rook, snug, and my lobe. In my left ear, I have my tragus, rook, conch, anti-tragus, and lobe. So, yes, I guess that means I'm the girl with all the piercings in my ears.My first piercing was my tragus in my right ear; I got that a few days after I turned 18. I had wanted that done for a while but my parents were a little strange about it. It was an easy pierce, and healed nicely although I am one of the lucky ones prone to keloids, and they just wont go away.
After the tragus experience, I got my navel done like every teenager, then I moved on to better although more painful experiences. I had been in college for about a week, and felt that I needed a new piercing. I had wanted my snug done for quite a while, but never made it in to get it done. After telling my friends that I wanted to get pierced, they got all excited. Peer pressure is a bitch. So I walked down to the local tattoo/piercing place. I knew that this pierce was kinda complicated considering the anatomy of my ear, but decided to chance it nonetheless. Here enters Brady, I told him what I wanted and he gave me a strange look. I guess in a college town where every freshman wants their tongue pierced, I was a little different. I got back to the chair, and it took awhile to mark, but finally we were ready, the pierce went fine, and I walked out sporting a 16g cbr in a "weird" place, or so said my friends. It healed nicely, and a month or so later, I changed the jewelry to a barbell. After battling keloids for a while, I finally got them controlled and the pierce is beautiful.
My next piercing adventure came a month or so later, when I got my rook done. While sitting for this pierce, all I can say was OUCH. I later found out that...if you don't clean your piercings well, they will get pissed. One night my ear started burning and throbbing and I wanted to take it out. I go to Brady and he puts a smaller ring in there and tells me to clean it better. I do and it heals nicely (the way it should have before).
With all the metal on my right ear, I decided that the left ear needed some attention. Enter Brady again, he thinks I should do my anti-tragus, I'm game, so we start. After what seems like forever, the piercing is marked. Then what seems like even longer, Brady figures out how he wants to do the pierce. After that was taken care, of, I sit through the pierce, and the jewelry, and I am ecstatic. I loved this pierce, but my left ear was still a little lonely.
Here comes the first pierce I planned. My conch on my left ear. Since this was planned, I was nervous as hell. It was painful but not horrible. You would think that with the experience on my rook, I would remember to clean my piercings that way I should. But, no...that would be too easy for me. So to make a long story short, my conch swelled around the beads of the barbell and I am in pain. I run to Brady of course, and he tells me to clean it, I listen and it turns out fine.
The next two I had already sat through on my other ear so I knew what to expect, little pain on the tragus, and lots of pain on my rook. History does repeat itself, the tragus does fine with some keloids, and I don't clean my rook as well as I should. So, I start cleaning my rook, and work on the keloids, and my ear is likes me again.
I had never worn earrings in my lobes because I am allergic to nickel and most ear studs bother me. Looking at my ears, I figured that it wouldn't be complete until my lobes were done. I had them pierced at a 10g and recently stretched to an 8. They fit in perfectly.
Ok, after reading about my boring experiences, I have some advice.
1. CLEAN your piercings. They will get pissed off if you don't.
2. LISTEN to what your piercer says, they know what they are talking about.
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3. Have fun with your piercings, express yourself, after all it is your body.
Oh and one more thing...Damn, Brady, you are good ;)