I always wanted to be pierced, ever since I was really young. I suppose you can say that it all really started when I had to wait till I was twelve to get my lobes pierced. This fascination has followed me up until now, and for who knows exactly how much longer. For a while it wasn't bad. I grew out of that. Now when I get a piercing of some sort, all I can think of is what I want done next. This is where my tongue-web experience comes from.
At A Glance Author violatemeplease Contact psycho_neurotic@hotmail.com When A year ago Artist Mark Bradshaw Studio Soma Studios Location Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada For a while, I knew I wanted something pierced. The only hard part was that I couldn't for the life of me realize what I wanted done. I looked around on BME multiple times, attempting to come to a decision. Within the next few days, I decided to pay a visit to my piercer.
I dragged my friend along with me, just in case. Once we got there, we were greeted by the lovely people working there. They asked me what they could do for me and I responded with being completely clueless. They attempted to help me decide, although most of the topics ended up talking about tongue-webs. I told them that I made a decision and that's what I wanted, and he went and set up. I was given forms to fill out while the adrenaline started pumping and I was as nervous as could be. Constant butterflies.
Of course there's always going to be the excitement of 'Woohoo! A new piercing!' which is then followed up by 'Oh no! Pain!' I was worried. It didn't help much that when I was surfing through BME to find the answers to multiple questions(such as the pain factor, and how easy it is to do) I had realized that the majority of the experiences were 'My self-done tongue-web'. This did not sit well with me. I was truly horrified. I think I may have stumbled across one or two stories that actually helped in my adventure. May it also be noted that they were also done professionally.
I had to rinse with Listerine, and had a dental bib put on. I sat down in the chair, awaiting the placement. Then came the clamps. They aren't really that bad. They look a a lot more frightening before hand(even if you are used to it). During the whole procedure, your mouth starts to become quite sore. Once that was all ready, then comes the needle. I was warned ahead of time that I would drool a lot and that I just had to say something and he would temporarily back off. I thought that he was just slightly exaggerating and that it wouldn't be that bad. Boy, was I ever wrong. At one point, I started coughing because I was choking on my saliva. That's not the nicest feeling in the world. I didn't know what to say at the moment. I'm sure he wouldn't have understood it regardless, having his hands in my wide open mouth. It would have sounded like "jaskhag"
"Breathe in...and breathe out." Needle goes through, jewelery is inserted. I was now the owner of another, (yes!) barbel.
The pain wasn't that bad. The worst part was definitely the drool. It felt so weird afterwards because you can feel a whole bunch of spit running in at once. I was then given some more Listerine afterwards. I got up to spit it out in the sink and I nearly jumped out of my skin. At no point did it occur to me that 'once the needle goes through, you're going to spit blood.' Once we went over the aftercare, I was then sent on my way to go pay for it.
In the beginning, I had a slight lisp. This went away rather quickly. I had a bad, bad habit of hitting the ends of the barbel against my teeth. I enjoyed having my piercing because it was hidden and the only people who knew about it were the ones I told. The first thing we did afterwards...went and ate McDonald's.
Sadly, my journey doesn't end there.
I was in the process of enjoying my supper one night, and all of a sudden my mouth felt really weird. I stopped chewing and realized that the barbel was just floating around in my mouth. I almost started to cry. I loved my tongue-web. It had slowly started to reject prior to the unfortunate accident. When it came out, it didn't hurt. It didn't rip, although there was a nasty mark(which in the end, went away).
Oh what I wouldn't do to have it pierced again. I miss it so much, although I personally don't see it happening anytime soon. Once something rejects, it's super hard to pierce it again.