Okay, Where to start? Well I suppose I should tell you first that I got my nose pierced when I was 12. Which normally would not have been the case if the piercer and my dad had not been extremely good friends for many years.
At A Glance Author MiZzY Contact Dr_Pepper_Addict@hotmail.com Artist Theresa Studio Beadman Location 20 mins. east of Redding Ca. It all started out with my friend Megan piercing my nose with a needle and a chunk of potato (up my nose thank-you-very-much) in her bathroom one night. Needles to say my dad wasn't exactly the happiest camper on the block. Although he wasn't mad about the piercing it's self he was mad that I had not asked him and that it was INCREDIBLY unsanitary.
After that I was hooked on piercings, albeit limited only to my ears. I just loved the adrenaline rush and the feel of a metal pole through part of my body. One day, while sitting in a Dairy Queen, I spotted a girl, about 16, with her nose pierced and since I had been wanting to get mine redone (professionally of course) I figured that would be the perfect conversation starter. I brought it up to him and he agreed that with my face shape it would look very cool on me.
So after a long talk with him he said that I could get my nose pierced on one condition: If it got infected I was not allowed to have ANY more piercings as long as I lived under his roof. Fair, I thought. So my dad called up one of his best friends, Theresa, Who worked at an incredibly reputable studio about 20 minutes outside town and she booked us an appointment about 15 minutes after the shop was supposed to close 'cause that's the kinda chick she is.
When we got to the shop I was needless to say, a little nervous but not to the point I thought I was going to chicken out. She and I talked a little seeing as how we had met several other times before. As a matter of fact that's one of the reasons I wasn't really that scared, because I knew Theresa and I knew she wouldn't try to hurt me. Anyway, she had me sit down on a black stool thingy while she got everything ready and washed her hands.
After donning her gloves and gathering the appropriate materials she rubbed some nasty, stinky disinfectant on my nostril. Then she changed her gloves and grabbed this thing that looked like a cork only a whole lot cleaner and stuck it up my nose (joy). Afterward, she took a little blue package and opened it up and took out the needle. While holding my head still with one hand she stuck the needle through my nose with the other.(Oops, I forgot to mention, she did put a dot and I did check it out). After that she once again changed her gloves and then grabbed the ring I had selected took it out of the package and inserted it into my newly acquired gaping flesh wound. Daddy paid her. We went out and had dinner. My healing was incredible and went perfectly, well, okay, almost perfectly. The skin around my piercing got a little bit dry because I was over cleaning it, (I DID NOT want it to get infected), but I called up Theresa and she told me what to do and the rest of the healing went off without a hitch. All my friends, uh, tolerate it and my little brother seems to think it's a play thing. My grand mother really hates it and all my dads friends and my dad think it is really cool. On another really cool note my boyfriends mom is, like, in love with it and she keeps staring at it and telling my how well the shine accents my eyes. She told my that for my eighteenth birthday she's gonna take me to get my navel done. She's so cool. I'm totally looking forward to my eighteenth birthday for another reason to, because my dad says that as a going away present (I'm off to college that fall) he's going to pay for a tattoo I've wanted to get since I was 10. I don't know what other mods I'm going to get but I know I'm getting my tattoo and a labret and my tongue, beyond that, my body is my canvas. If your thinking about getting this piercing I totally recommend it. Just take this advice from me, if you're wearing a nose screw with a gem in it and you're driving around, be careful what angle the light hits your face at. My diamond almost blinded my one day while I was going down the freeway at 70 MPH.
In short:
No Blood
No Pain
No Tears
A nose ring?
Hey, No sweat.
Peace