I woke up one morning during a visit to my mom's place in San Diego, and thought to myself, "hmm.... a nostril piercing sounds delightful today." I tried to make it happen and though I was craving a new mod earnestly, I had other obligations to attend and to my dismay, the seeming priority of the nostril had to be postponed. That impulse was not acted on for a while but it lay dormant in my subconscious
At A Glance Author Paul Contact Paul@bme.anon IAM loving devotee When A month ago Location california It had been much too long since I'd given myself any kind of piercing. Until about 6 weeks prior to my high nostril (that wasn't) it had been almost 18 months gone without a single mod. The nostril piercing desire resurfaced and metamorphosed into the desire for a high nostril. I ordered a quartz retainer, some 16g needles and I was set.
At my best mate's house, (iam:positively simple) we rummaged for supplies. I haven't had supplies for a while and he just sold his (to cover large phone bill to Australia). I found a pen that seemed fit as a receiving tube and shaped it over the stove flame to make a slanted fit. None of the markers or pens my mate Justin presented me with would leave a mark. Eventually we got the bright idea to use a toothpick dipped in tattoo ink to mark the spot. Off to the well lit bathroom we went. Justin removed all the dirty towels from the counter and wiped it down. A couple sheets of paper towels were placed near the sink and on it were the minimal supplies of the plastic receiving tube, lube, needle and jewelry.
The presence of Justin's girlfriend made me sort of uncomfortable but I did not want to ask her to leave. That would be rude of course.
The only thing I was a bit worried about was that I would miss the receiving tube. It was difficult to tell if it was properly lined up. When I felt assured that it was lined up, I slid the needle through with surprisingly little pain. I took the receiving tube out before the needle came to the opening of my nostril, ended up poking myself and let out a short cough. Justin and his girl found this a rather amusing joke. I replaced the receiving tube to guide the needle to the opening of my nostril and then removed the tube again. Success!!! Looking into the mirror, it reflected a beautifully done high nostril piercing.
Following the needle through with my jewelry, the bend of the screw was through, but the wearing surface still stuck out 1/4". Fiddling around for a while and feeling the inside of my nostril for the jewelry, I realized that I had turned the screw before it came out the other side, thus resulting in a sort of transdermal nostril thing.
By now I was pretty frustrated with the piercing and my two friends giggling, so I sent them out and took out the jewelry. In much haste, I put back the receiving tube and pushed the same needle back through the same hole. And kept pushing. And then some. Feeling the needle continue through different layers and not hit the plastic tube, I assumed it was still in going through the nostril until I noticed almost half the needle was in there. Out came the needle, receiving tube (which needless to say, I had missed) and a lot of blood. After watching the blood steadily pour out for a little while, I decided it probably wasn't a good thing it was bleeding so much. The sink, counter and floor were red with about a cup or so of my blood. I became light headed so I sat down, grabbed some TP for my nose and called Justin in. He started to clean up the mess. His mom works at a doctors office (as a nurse?) and is pretty knowledgeable, so I asked if there was anything bad in your nose to hit. She replied that there were blood vessels, veins and the like, and then brought me an ice cube to stop the bleeding. I sat on my mate's couch with this damned ice cube in my nose, feeling like a complete dumb ass. It wasn't until late that night my nose started feeling normal again.
By then I had given up on the high nostril and figured I could at least handle a regular nostril piercing but alas! not even so. Nostril screws are a major bitch to get in. All in all, it was a good learning experience for me to just be patient and make sure things are 'lined up strait', if you will. Presently, my frustration with the piercing has ceased and am giving it another go soon.