I always thought tongue piercings looked cool, and I always wanted one in the back of my mind, so I decided to just ask my parents one day. Now, my parents are kind of uptight, and totally against piercings, so this was a bigger challenge then you may think. I asked my dad, and finally, after a month of convincing, he said okay. My mom sort of just went a long with it. I was kind of in shock that they were actually letting me, and the only problem now was that I had no money to get it done with.
At A Glance Author Kayla Contact Kayla@bme.anon When A year ago Studio moving pictures Location marshells creek, pa When I finally saved up 60 dollars (since how that was basically the average cost that I was hearing of) I started getting nervous knowing that I was going to get it done soon. I started reading stories on BMEZINE.COM and I got kind of scared, because most the stories involved pain. Now, I'm what people like to call a chicken. I hate pain, and I avoid it as much as possible. I mean, I practically have to have nurses holding me down when I just get a shot!
Never the less, my dad took me down to a place called Moving Pictures. I was no where near being 16 at the time, and I heard that they would pierce me there as long as I had a parent with me. When we got there, the place kind of looked dirty from the outside, it was run down looking, and it made me nervous just looking at it. I figured I was already there, so no turning back now. We walked in; the place was as clean as it could be surprisingly. The guy working at the time (I forget his name) asked what I needed very politely. My dad told him I wanted a tongue piercing. He said take a seat and I will be with you in a minute. Surprisingly, he wasn't exaggerating, and he was out in about 30 seconds.
He walked back into the room with a piercing needle, a clamp, and a tongue ring, all of which were in the wrappers still. He told me to follow him into the other room. DUN DUN DUN. He sat me down, told me to stick out my tongue and lift it up. I did as he said, he looked underneath it, checking to see where my veins were, and then told me to stick it out as far as possible. By this time my hands were shaking badly. I stuck out my tongue, he used a clamp to hold it in place, checked under my tongue again to make sure the clamp was in the right place, told me to take a deep breath in, counted to three, and as I released my breath, he stuck the needle through.
No pain at all, my dad said I didn't even flinch. I was so relieved by this time just to know it was done. He let the clamp go, and at this point my tongue was just handing out of my mouth from it, and then it picked it up again, and put the tongue ring in. No pain whatsoever.
I walked out of the room, looked in the mirror to see my new piercing, and then I sat down when my dad was paying. Right when I sat down I got nauseas. I walked outside, and took a deep breath, and I felt better. I noticed that the tongue ring was extremely big, and felt sort of uncomfortable. I went back inside and asked the man about it. He told me that it was a longer ring that they pierce them with because of swelling, and after about 2 weeks I could change it to a normal size. He also told me to rinse with salt water as much as possible, and to make sure that after I eat I use diluted mouth wash to clean my mouth out to lessen the chance of infection. There was swelling for about a week, and around the second day, I woke up with blood all over the place. I ran to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror, and there was a huge clot of blood on my tongue. Once again, I got nauseas. I freaked out to say the least. My mom cleaned it up, and it didn't bleed any time after that. I still don't really know what was happening with it that morning.
To say the least, I highly recommend getting the piercing done if you want it, don't let these other stories scare you like I let them scare me. It is no big deal at all. A year later, I'm still very happy about my piercing and would get it done all over again if I was given the chance to do it all over.