In a distant galaxy...
At A Glance Author doNOTgetupkid Contact doNOTgetupkid@bme.anon When A week ago Artist Christina Studio Sacred Ink Location Avon, Indiana No! Wait...
A long long long time ago...
Damon (that is me) was dwelling in Indianapolis. Damon (that is me, again.) decided to move to the land of white folk and the old man in the mountain. Also known as...New Hampshire. Before he moved he met a young lady by the name of, Christina. Christina was just starting out her apprenticeship as a piercer. To get to the point...Damon left Indianapolis to go to New Hampshire.
Damon decided he had enough of white people and mountains and needed to come back to the flat earth of the Midwest. Before coming back to Indianapolis, Damon got a hold of Christina through BME. Mostly to harass her. Damon saw the error in his ways, and they hit things off.
Back in Indianapolis, Damon stopped by the place of work. Sacred Ink. Located in beautiful Avon, Indiana. It might be added that you should watch for this building very carefully. If Damon had not had three other people with him in the car, he would have never found it. Its located on the South side of Rockville Rd.
Time went on. Days. Weeks. Not months. Mostly days and weeks. Occasionally, an hour or two. Damon would go to the shop to exchange verbal skills with Christina. She would suggest crazy shenanigans to him. Such as cutting his body with scalpels. One day Damon broke down. It was all about the peer pressure and trying to be "kewl". (Sorry I had to say it-"kewl".) That is a big lie, there has not been any scalpels put to this body in the attempts to be cool/hip.
Do not worry. I am getting to the point. (Get it?? "point"??) After being scalpeled by Christina once (triple X's on lower right calve), she wanted to see me bleed more. She suggested scalpeling my lobes. At first I thought that to be a ridiculous idea. Then, I thought about it. I had already had my ears dermal punched (from no piercing at all to a 2ga dermal punch stretched to 0ga). I thought one single cut on each ear would be fine. What could it hurt? Doctors use scalpels all the time!
Christina and I agreed to scalpeling my lobes from 9/16ths to 7/8ths. I was very excited. "Big lobes!! Yay!", I thought.
Since Saturdays are restricted. Saturdays are all about the BLING! BLING! We planned it for a Monday.
I went to work Monday. I left work Monday. I drove home Monday. Picked up Zoë (my one year old daughter) and Sarah (Zoë's mother). We then proceeded to the shop. She autoclaved the jewelry. While waiting, Gallo (a wonderful tattoo artist) said that he did not envy me at all. He does not deal well with blood.
The time came. I took the "green mile" up the stairs to the piercing (and other things) area. I sat on the table. Christina informed me that it will indeed not be a single slice of the knife on each ear. Instead, a section of each of my ears was going to be removed. She drew on my lobes with a pen. Sketching out what would be cut out. I was getting nervous. But, said that I wanted to go on anyhow. So, she got all of her supplies together. Then cleaned me all up. All the while wearing her gloves and mask. Because that is important. Cleanliness is next to...something or another.
Christina had me lay down on the table. I started my breathing. No anesthetics were used. I was somewhat prepared for what it was going to feel like (due to having my calve scalpeled). The cutting began. (Enter scary music, or horrible screaming in the background.) Time goes by so slow when you are being cut with a scalpel. As I did when Christina was cutting my calve, I asked if she was almost done when she had way more to go. That is kind of funny, I think. I do not know what else to say about that. She cut my left lobe, and the cutting hurt. While still on the left lobe, Christina came to a vein. She saw it. She conquered it. (There is a "but".) BUT! That vein got a squirt on her before it went out. Right to the chest it did go. Which I think Christina found to be a bit sickening. Not too long after that, was the left lobe done.
I was thinking to myself, "That hurt extremely bad. I wonder if I can lay through the next one." I also thought to myself, "I wonder if Christina can get through the next lobe." So, I asked her if she was all right. She said that she was.
Before the right lobe was started, I scratched the back of my head. When I touched my head, it was warm and wet. I took my hand back to the front of my face. Blood, blood, blood! So much blood. It was a good thing that the blue napkin type of thing was put under my head.
I got up to look in the mirror. So that I could see my new beautiful lobe. And, to see the blood. Needless to say (but it will be said anyway), I do not have eyes in the back of my head. No blood was seen there.
I laid back down on to the table. The right ear was cut much more quickly. I think that Christina was being a bit grossed out by the whole situation. I believe that I was her first ear scalpeling. She calls me her guinea pig. Such caring names.
To sum up that night, I went there. Got cut. Jewelry was put in. Got cut. Jewelry put in. Looked beautiful. Felt dizzy and numb. And ate some sugary Mike and Ike candies.
Christina went through the whole aftercare care. Warranty package. Blah blah. (Sorry. I had to add that in there too.)
I had to drive home. My head turning radius was limited. Due to not wanting to hit my sore ears on anything.
I got home. I could not lay on my side at all. Laying on your back is the only way to go. Unless, you can tolerate sleeping with your arm bent around your ear on the side of your head. Then you can lay on your side.
When I woke the next morning. Blood, blood, blood! So much blood. My pillow sheet was covered. I had lovely clots. I had to call into work. Since I found it a bit unprofessional to go into work with a bloody head.
I was able to go to work the next day. Then after work, drove an hour and thirty-five minutes to Cincinnati for the get up kids show at Bogarts. My ears were fine amongst all the emo kids. And again on Thursday, I was able to go to work. But, on Friday, I called off. Because the bleeding would not stop. After sea salt soaks and showers.
My managers were not pleased, that I missed two days. Due to "self mutilation". I have been being harassed about my ears. I have received a "verbal warning". And "you know what comes next?!" Me suing them? Corporations are bad bad bad.
When asked how I will feel about what has been done when I am sixty, I say "just fine." When asked what I will tell my daughter when she starts asking about my ears, I say "Yes. Daddy is beautiful, isn't he?" It's true. It's true.
All in all, I am super thankful to Christina for making my lobes more beautiful.
After being cut...there are no "buts"!
Ps-anyone interested in a pillow covered with blood spots from a persons head who is horrible at telling stories and getting to the point, get a hold of me.