I know it sounds tacky... But, I've been into body modification for as long as I can remember. I can't really remember a time when I wasn't begging my parents for this piercing or that piercing.... Being underage and all.
At A Glance Author Miss.Murder Contact nirvanachick4life@hotmail.com When Three months ago Artist c'est moi!! Studio my freaking bedroom Location albert mines, nb, canada
It was late April and, as usual, I was bored. After looking at picture after picture in my yearbook and realizing that most of my friends had nose piercings, I decided to pierce mine. Easier said than done... I quickly gathered the materials.... A sewing needle, some peroxide, a safety pin (why both... I just don't know) and of course.... A nose screw!
Now, at this point, I should tell y'all a little about myself. I was raised in a military type environment; so needless to say, my parents were not thrilled about my little obsession. In fact, my parents had threatened to disown me if I ever pierced anything.... Ironically, my father has multiple tattoos.
Now, back to my experience. With supplies in hand, I headed to my bedroom. The perfect place simply because I am a slob. In retrospect, proper lightning would have been a major point in my favor... But, hey, hindsight is 20/20, eh? Without even a thought to sterilization, I went to work. Now, I've read many stories where people claim to have simply pushed once and it was over.... Well, not in my case. I pushed and I pushed, but my nose almost seemed to fight back! No matter how hard I pushed, I simply couldn't pierce the damn thing!
By this point, I was about ready to give up... I was bleeding and covered in goose pimples. Honestly, I should of, but (siggghhh) I'm stubborn.
My mind quickly devised a plan. Instead of pushing, I decided to pick a place and twist the needle around and around... BAD IDEA! Almost instantly, my eyes teared up so bad I couldn't see (I panicked for a second or two).
I eventually decided to return to pushing because for some reason my eyes didn't tear up! I could actually see what I was doing..! By this time, my needle was around half way through. I was so happy! After that point, I knew I couldn't give up. Surprisingly enough, after that it didn't hurt one little bit. I may be a little weird because I started to enjoy the pain... It wasn't unbearable anymore; my brain must have been freaking out releasing endorphins.... I actually felt pretty good! Naturally, this didn't last.
I must of been more than a little high on brain juice because I didn't seem to realize that I had forgotten about a receiving tube.... And my piercing was REALLY crooked. Once the needle was through, I still did not think there was a problem. In my mind, everything was fine and dandy. Now, back in reality, I had just stabbed a useless hole into my face.... But, like I've said, hindsight is 20/20.
I probably spent the next hour pacing around my messy bedroom thinking 'why did I do this... Why?' (Yes, I had finally realized my mistake) The needle was through my nostril and hanging towards my lip.
Being the idiot that I am, I decided to put the jewelry in anyway... Yet another BAD IDEA! I grabbed my nose screw and, as gently as I could, tried to put it in. I screamed, and I'm defiently not a wimp. My eyes teared right up, I thought that I was going to faint. I fell back and just lazed there for an hour... Not even really thinking; just in a complete daze. When I came to, I realized that this wouldn't work. So I opened my jewelry box looking for a super fine barbell to use... I ended up trying to use a 12g! (Wow, am I dumb or what?) This turned out to be the worst pain I have ever experienced. I screamed, cried a little and broke a lamp.
After that, I just gave up. I stuck an earring in there and went to bed. I must have been awakened ten times by the damn thing! Around five, gave up trying to sleep too. I ended up watching some stupid infomercial... The pain in my face was unbearable.
I looked in the mirror around seven, I couldn't believe that creature was me! My nose was swollen and a little purple, my eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red, my entire face was swollen! The sight of my face made me want to hurl! To make matters worse, I had somewhere to be. I was in no condition to be seen by anyone, let alone the public. I looked like I had been in a car accident! I ended up faking sick, after I took the earring out. The entire day was agony... I couldn't eat or sleep, and I could just barely talk. I was a complete mess!
Now, I realize that things would have been different if I'd taken more steps in preventing infection (I spent the next 14 days taking antibiotics!). There really isn't any reason not to do your own piercing.... Just be smart about it!! (I'm doing my tongue soon..... ) Happy Piercing!! ;)