I've graduated high-school, and had my graduation party, yet something seemed like it was missing. A monumental part of my life had just occurred, yet I only had a diploma and a college acceptance letter to show for it. You'd think that would be enough, right, wrong!
At A Glance Author Addie Contact Damagedlibrarian@yahoo.com When A month ago Artist Mike Studio HideWritter Location Honesdale, PA
I felt I needed something "permanent" or at least would last a very long time, that I would have to put a lot of thought into. Since I didn't have a whole lot of money to spend, and didn't want to get another tattoo, I decided to yet again look into piercings I could get. Something I liked, which meant, something for my ears. I already have my industrial done in my left ear, and wanted something for the right to balance it out. but I also wanted something...well...different.
I found myself looking at different piercings on BME and found a picture of a daith piercing. I was in love! My dad said yes to this new one,since he took me to get my industrial last year and my friend, Page, from work had just got her Monroe done, so the smell of body modification was in the air. I went to Hide-writer, a shop I had only heard about because of Page, and talked to the awesome shop owner Mike. I wanted to talk to him to see if it was feasible, since well if you don't know, your daith, or rather where a daith piercing would go is very small. Also about price and just generally be comfortable at the shop. So he looked, and poked around. The verdict, "sure it can be done. want to do it now?" Since i am 17, I did need my dear old dad to come with me, so I told him I would be in next week.
The day I was planning on going to get my daith done I had off, but Page and out mutual friend Vicky wanted to come, so we all met up after work, piled into my dads van and went on our way to the shop. I can remember that I was very nervous. Page and Vicky told me to relax, I had been amping myself up all day, over this, not even 1/2 hour of my life.
Once we got to the shop I re-introduced myself to Mike, he said he remembered me and had all the paperwork filled out. He found a CBR that would work to go into the new spot. And I waited on his couch for the jewelry to get sanitized, at which point I was thought to myself, holy crap, what am I doing?! But I did bring Vicky and Page to keep me calm. We sat looking thought tattoo magazines, criticizing different tattoo's and looking at different words around the shop trying to pronounce them backwards. It seemed like the time it took to sanitize the jewelry was endless. We found a stethoscope and wanted to figure out how to say that backwards, but by then, it was my turn to get punctured.
I walked to the back of the shop where Mike was set up. He told me to hop on the table (it was like one of those doctor tables, complete with the crinkly paper!). He washed his hands, put on his gloves, and we went to it. He held up the jewelry to my ear, told me to relax, its okay, you'll be fine, still little did he know I had be pumping my self up all day, and the waiting room time did very little to calm my nerves. I was more nervous about this piercing then when I got my tattoo! So he told me to just breath, it'll be okay. While I was distracted breathing, bam! He pierced me!
I honestly didn't hurt as much as I thought it would have, the thing that bothered me, and frankly still does, was the "POP, CRUNCH" of the needle going though my thick, small piece cartilage. On a scale from 1-10 if I would've rated the pain it would be a 4. Once the needle was through and the hoop was in, the hard part began. Closing up the ring with the clamps and getting the bead in there straight! that was the worst part of it all. But that really wasn't that bad either. I just kept breathing and sat there thinking, okay, it will be over soon, and I can look at the new shiny metal addition to my cranium and fall in love with it.
The after care has been really easy, I clean it usually twice a day with anti-bacterial soap. There isn't any oozing, or pus. I am into week 3 and all thats there is crust, but warm water takes care of that.
One thing Mike did ask me was and that has stuck was, "why aren't you crying, are you okay?" and I told him, "yeah, I'm fine, it didn't hurt that bad" I realized I got all nervous over nothing. So I felt like a fool, but a fool with a stellar new piercing that has marked this important milestone!