A while ago I had been wanting a piercing just because I wanted one. Maybe it was teenage rebellion and my parents were against it. I'm only allowed to get my ears pierced so I was kinda bound by that family law in my decision.
At A Glance Author Raya Contact pureprincess012003@yahoo.com When A year ago Artist a friend Studio home Location Ft. Irwin My mother made me look up all the bad things that could happen and what it would look like. Such as this wierd fluid building up in ut ear and only a doctor could get it out. And it would hurt more than the piercing itself. That day I saw so many nasty-looking ears I should have been messed up for life. But I still wanted it. A good thing though was that I learned how to clean it and that it should stay like that for a year to heal completely.
My friend was willing to do it, after much begging so I got the ring. Even better it was free. The ring was about the size of a nickle. And pretty thick.
I remember it was a silver sun brand. I'm allergic to any crappy silver so this brand was sterling silver/surgical steel. It came with a black ball and a silver ball, I got the black ball. This person also offered to do my brothers ear lobe.
Anyway, the needle was a hollow 12 guage and the base of the needle was green. My friend being the great person he is decided to show me the inch long needle while they sterilzed it and I sat in the chair.
So as I was sitting in the chair waiting for him to get ready I was totally scared. Once the nail was ready he took a step towards me and I jumped. I was freaking out.
Apparently I was huffing and puffing trying to brace myself.
"wait, wait, wait." I kept repeating. Once I was ready I braced myself for the pain and grabbed the bottom of the chair.
When he first pulled out the needle I was sitting upright, when it was over I was at an angle in my chair. I was totally wiped. I waited while my brother got his lobe pierced and he didn't fare much better than I did. The next day there was a wierd crust around it so I peeled it off and cleaned it. I was happy there was no blood at first but it looked like blood crusted around it.
A couple of days later one of my other friends grabbed it and yelled out "Dude, you got a peircing!" The pain was one of the worst thinks I could have ever felt. It hurt so much I couldn't move. Luckily his girlfriend pulled him off. After that I felt so out of energy I barely made it through the school day.This happened a couple more times through out the year. Now people just look at it and say something about it being cool. I now ask people it they want to pull on it.
Then for some reason, even though I cleaned it right, it started smelling pretty bad and gave a little liquid that smelled bad. I just kept cleaning it and tried not to worry about it. This happened for a while but my ear looked okay so I never thought much of it.
I left the ring in and didn't take it out until almost a year later. It was really wierd to see he hole in my ear and I put it back in just as fast as I pulled it out. For some reason the hole freaks me out, probably because generally I'mnot supposed to have a hole there. Oh well!
Now a year later I've developed a bad habit of pulling on it, and it makes this wierd popping noise (that only I can hear) which groses people out. And I LOVE it! I love it, I love the fact that I can sleep on it and it not hurt, even thought the first night it was very uncomfortable. I love the fact that it made me more confident in peircings and now I want to et more. I love the piercing but I have to wait a couple more months until my birthday then I want to get a labret. I hope I like it as much as I like my ear, which is called technically a conch. Another bad habit I have when I'm stressed is playing with it, flipping it back and forth.
If I ever get another piercing I've learned to not show my friends and not to get one of them to pierce them! So not my parents can't say this experience was stupid, because I did in fact learn something from it. It was an experience I will never forget it.