After all that I have put my poor ears through you would think that I immensely hated them. I previously wrote about my experience of stretching from a 00 to 5/8 of an inch in an experience called "My 5/8 Inch Mistake". If you have read it then you know the trauma I have inflicted upon my lobes. This outrageous stretch left my ears scarred and very thin. After some time (about 2 years) I finally ventured out and stretched again. To what I thought was 7/8 of an inch. The person that had sold them to me apparently didn't know how to use a ruler. After that I had finally given up all hope of being able to reach my goal of two inches. I was terribly angry with myself for what I had done in the past. I even cried a few time while talking to my husband about "my goal" and my lost dreams. I taped some here and there, but ultimately gave up for the fear of having my lobe split into two hanging shreds. Which brings me to the present.
At A Glance Author Bethanie Hall Contact casketdreamer@yahoo.com IAM casketdreamer When A week ago Artist Kristen Studio Metamorphosis Location Indianapolis, IN I had always known that there was a procedure where they scalpelled your ears but I really didn't know very much else. As I reviewed more and more experiences, I learned a little more bit by bit. At first, even the thought of doing such a drastic thing to my ears terrified me. As time went by, I started to get more confident. I mean I had gone through a totally natural childbirth. How bad could this be in retrospect to that?
Now I had to find someone who was willing to cut away parts of my flesh for me. I didn't know where to even begin to go. So, I talked to IAM:Pauly Unstoppable since he is local to me and pretty heavily modded. He referred me to Metamorphosis, stating that sometimes they do things like that and they are awesome. My buddy Lauren also goes there and speaks very highly of them. Well, my mind was made up. The next day I decided to give them a ring and find out some more info.
I got up bright and early in anticipation. I quickly dialed the phone. The receptionist answered and transfered me to the piercer. I spoke with Kristen, and she said that she in fact did do scalpelling but she would have to check out my ears before she could give me a decent size range. Plus it was fine if I brought my own jewelry. The whole rest of the day I was bouncing off of the walls with excitement. However I was still really nervous as I had no clue what to expect. Simply, because everyone had given me a different opinion of it. That night I did not sleep one wink. I just couldn't. I figured it would make it easier for me to sleep the next day though, so I didn't protest too much. The sun finally rose. I still had what seemed like an eternity to go though. Eventually noon rolled around and I got my husband to drive me there as quickly as he would go.
We arrived at just shy of one p.m. I almost ran down the street. Actually, I think I did as I got there before he did. The shop was filled to the brim. That really didn't surprise me as it is in Broad Ripple which is a rather popular place. The waiting room was really small. There was maybe six chairs total. It was amazingly beautiful though. Plants hung over the whole ceiling. The whole place was painted in the most vivid colors and the jewelry selection was just wow. I think it was the best selection that I have ever seen anywhere. I spoke to the receptionist again and she told me it would be just a minute or two before Kristen could talk with me. I was in no hurry and quickly went back to awing over the jade weights the had in one case. Soon enough there she came. I recognized her from an article that had been published in NUVO ( a local newspaper here) about body modification. Now, I was gleaming with excitement as I thought her article was amazing. She examined my ears. She decided that my original thought of 1 1/8 inch would be o.k. but it was going to be rough. I asked about setting up an appointment (thinking I would actually get to leave) and she paused then replied with how about now? Momentary shock but what the hell, let's do it. My husband was like you are going to do this right now? But you haven't eaten anything today. Which I hadn't as I thought I would have quite a wait considering it was Saturday. I figured I'd eat to kill some time while I was waiting. I pulled myself out of my coat and handed off everything not attached to me and strolled on back.
By now I am officially scared beyond belief. This was not the butterflies that I always get either. No, this was fear. I think she noticed because she told me that it felt just like a piercing. It did help to calm me down a bit though I found out later that it felt nothing like a piercing at all. So out came my plugs. She looked at them strange and then measured them. They were only 3/4 of an inch not the 7/8 I had been told. Great, so now thin was going to be an even bigger cut. She measured everything. Then she made her mark with a toothpick and the purple ink. This was my last chance to turn back but I was determined not to so I laid down and tried to collect myself as best I could. On went the clamps. After a few moments we were both ready and she began. It was not as horrible as I had feared but it still hurt like hell. The bottom of my ears burned and stung. The top ached. After about thirty seconds or so it was done. Or at least that's what we thought. She went to put my jewelry in and couldn't. She pushed and shoved until my ears hurt so bad I didn't think I could take any more. The flares were just too big. She had to cut more. The clamps went back on which actually felt good. This time the cut felt even worse. I pushed my tennis shoes down as hard as I could. A few moments later it was finally in. I continued thinking about how I didn't want to have two pieces of hanging lobe and that is why I had to do this. Then it was time for lucky ear number two. This time she knew she was going to have to cut more so she remarked my ear. There was a catch though. This meant that she would still have to take the clamps off and move them up to be able to make the full cut. At least I knew it was gonna happen this time. I braced myself expecting to feel the same pain again. I was wrong again. It was much worse. I am not sure why. It could have been a number of things I thought. I tried to keep breathing but I couldn't. I started to panic. I almost told her to stop. I realized that if she did then I would have went through all of this just to have a mutilated bloody ear. I pulled myself together as best I could. Then the cut was done. More pushing and shoving only to find out that once again it would not fit. Even after readjusting due to the last ear. By this point I had thought about just cutting the damn things off. She quickly put the clamps back on and made the last cut. The jewelry went in easily this time compared to what I had just been subjected to. It was done. I lay there trying to relax. I was irritated and completely wiped out. She let my ears clot for a few then started cleaning me up and packing my ears with gauze. She went to change her gloves and accidently splattered blood all over my face. I have no fears of blood so I actually found this hilarious. I laughed my ass off which put me in a much better mood. After that I felt loads better. I soon got up and checked out my new ears. I was in love all over again. The only part that I wasn't happy about is that I have a new thin spot on the back edge of my r I finally ate and my wooziness subsided immediately. By the time I got home my ears were stinging quite a bit. Some ibuprofen helped it to all go away though. There were a few times when I had to take some vicoden because the ibuprofen just stopped helping. All in all, the real pain only lasted for about three days. This was also about the same time they stopped bleeding. It has been a little over a week now and they are still a tad gooey but nothing too bad. I can't wait until they are fully healed and I can finally sleep comfortably again.