After graduation my parents agreed to let me go to Florida with my boyfriend. My mom told me before I left "Now don't come home with any piercings or tattoos!" She knew I was going to get my tongue pierced. I had been begging her since I was 13 years old. I had been reading about it and looking at pictures I already knew the whole process. Now I was almost 18, she must have been crazy to think I wasn't going to do it. When I got there I did a lot of looking around, going in and talking to the people and making sure it was where I wanted to go. Well I came across Ace Tattoo. The building was tiny and had no parking so I really didn't think this would end up being the place I would go to. The people were just so nice and made me feel comfortable. So I told them I would be back when I was legal. The night before the piercing was my birthday so my boyfriend and I went out to eat and I ate as much as I physically could since I knew it would end up being my last good meal for a couple weeks. I didn't sleep more than 3 hours that night. The next morning I still had butterflies in my stomach. Me and my boyfriend went and got his friend and we were off.
At A Glance Author samantha When A year ago Studio ace tattoo Location nokomis, fl I walked in and it they had nobody in there so I got to go right in. I filled out all my papers and stuff, I was so excited to show her my ID and it actually say I was 18. I went to hand the lady my money and my boyfriend grabbed my money and put it in my purse and he paid for it and told me happy birthday. They took me back in this little room and I asked the lady how long it will be till I can normal again. She told me that she talked normal through the whole healing process of hers. That made me feel way better. She made me rinse with Listerine which was hell! That stuff burns after about 10 seconds so doing it for 45 I thought I was going to cry from that alone. She told me to spit and then she dried off my tongue and put on the clamp. The clamp was the most uncomfortable part of the whole situation. I held my boyfriends hand and I started squeezing his hand before the needle was even near my tongue. I guess I'm a wimp. She set the needle on the bottom of my tongue and told me to count to 3 and breathe in deep. I got really light headed; she said it's from the adrenaline rush. From what my boyfriend said by the time he counted to three the needle was already going through but I didn't feel it. Then she put in the barbell, which pinched a little and I was done. My boyfriend had to run out and get me lemonade out of the soda machine so I could get sugar so I wouldn't be so light headed. Overall it felt like biting my tongue. More discomfort than pain. I laid there for a few minutes and then everything was fine.
I got home and was hungry again so I thought I would try and eat some mashed potatoes but I wanted corn too so I mixed them all together and I kept biting the ring thinking it was a kernel of corn. I stopped trying after about 5 bites. That night my boyfriend had a party @ his house and I decided I had enough balls to call my mom and tell her. Ha-ha! She wasn't happy at all. She hung up on me and told me not to come home. I rode home with a family friend and all I could eat was ice cream the whole ride. I tried eating an ice cream cone, not easy! I got home and mom didn't talk to me for like 3 days but she got over it. About 2-3 weeks later we came back to Florida and I went back to ask the lady why I had like a bubble right outside of the hole. She said that chances are I was playing with it too much. Well the healed up very quick. Mom never ever wanted to see it though. Now she asks more questions about it and she's more open to me getting more piercings. If you want to get a piercing, go for it! Don't let anyone tell you different. Now I feel like my tongue ring is part of me. If I ever take it out I don't feel like myself, like part of me is missing.