Before I start this, I'd like to say, yes, this is a self-piercing story. I do not condone self-piercing as it can be dangerous. If you do self-pierce, I emphasize being more sanitary and cautious than I have been!!
At A Glance Author Carolynne Contact jj11386@hotmail.com IAM jj11386 When A month ago Artist sadly, me Studio my bathroom.... Location Lexington, South Carolina Do you ever just get that undeniable itch, that you have to have just ONE more piece of metal through your body? I do, quite often, and usually I get over it by going in my bathroom, pressing the sharp metal to my skin, feeling how bad it hurts and realizing I'm a complete pussy and won't do it. Occasionally, however, that doesn't work, and the pain just makes me want it more.
That is what happened a little over a week ago. I wanted something done, but couldn't decide, after ruling out quite a few more painful options I settled on my tongue web.
So I went in my room, found all my piercing stuff in my jewelry box and headed to the bathroom. I went in, washed my hands, sat down on the counter, and attempted to fit my hands in my mouth. (you don't realize how big your hands are and how small your mouth is until you try this)
Now, being one of the lucky people who spent 4 years in braces, and having had several cosmetic oral surgeries, I figured I had plenty of experience in oral pain, so this would be nothing. Well, I wouldn't get to find out that night, as I couldn't even get my hands to stay still enough to keep the needle straight. I tried and tried and tried, but to no avail. So I finally gave up ... for that day.
The next afternoon I decided I really really wanted my tongue web pierced, and since I have to be an ignorant teen and be stupid and do things I shouldn't, I had no choice but to do it myself.
So I headed back into my room where I got all the stuff out again, went in the bathroom, cleaned everything up and got back on the counter top. I opened my mouth and got my hands inside well enough that I could work, but see what I was doing at the same time.
After a few times of knocking everything crooked, I finally got it straight and started pushing. This is where it gets fun...I push through the first layer about ten times, each time shuddering in pain, or losing my grip on the metal since my salivary glands are all of a sudden in overdrive. So I go to push again, pushing with all I've got not to stop, but no, I get a nice sharp pain and drop the needle and hold on to the bottom of my chin since I've apparently hit a nerve that controls the bottom half of my face. OUCH! (This should have been the point where I completely stopped) So I'm feeling like maybe I can't do this after all, but I decide to try again and just move my way around that nerve this time at the price of having a slightly crooked piercing.
So once I've quit shuddering in pain I put the needle BACK in my mouth and this time just shove it right on through, stick the barbell in, and pick up the ball off the counter. (amazingly, the hard part is yet to come)
No matter how hard I try, this stupid ball does NOT want to go on, and the fact that my hands are dripping in spit isn't helping my grip at all. AWW SHIT! I dropped the ball! The second I move to see where it landed, the barbell slips out. Now I'm pissed off. I find the ball again, set it where it can't roll away and try to get the barbell back through the hole I've already made, it goes back through with amazing ease and now it's time to try getting the ball on AGAIN!
I sit there and curse as best I can with a mouthful of fingers and finally get it on. I'm quite paranoid that its not tight enough and will come off and I'll swallow all the jewelry in my sleep, so I tighten it as much as it will go. I wash my hands and then go for the fun part.
Showing my mother. (who just happens to be an oral surgeon and should LOVE this new addition) I walk in her room but she's talking to my step-dad (who would shit a brick if he saw it) so I patiently wait for her to finish. When she's done I tell her to come into the kitchen, I need to talk to her. As soon as we're out of Mark's sight I say "wanna see something cool?" she knows exactly what's coming and sighs. I open my mouth and she gasps "you have a death wish, don't you?".
After a few days it was feeling alot better and I cursed myself by saying something about how well it was healing. So for 2 days after that I was pretty sore and that made me think about taking it out. I also was getting nice plaque deposits on it that wouldn't come off and were really bothering me.
Finally in the past few weeks it has healed itself up very well and doesn't hurt at all when I play with it, which is nonstop. The only problem I have is not being obvious about it at work since I am a (supposed) professional and they wouldn't hesitate to fire me the second they saw it there. So far I am enjoying it very much, even if it is crooked. (just gives it a little more character!)