I had had my septum pierced about a year and a half ago, along with various other visible piercings--a monroe, nostril, and tongue. All of which were eventually retired for one reason or another. The reasoning behind the retiring of the septum was silly, as I look back on it now--"It annoys me". Well why does it annoy you?, people would ask.."It's too big, all I do is this"..and then I would proceed to pucker my lips so that my upper lip would touch the horseshoe hanging from my nose, which I eventually began wearing flipped up inside my nose, as I was having trouble deciding whether I should take it out or, what the hell, just leave it in.
At A Glance Author shotgun_solution Contact shotgun_solution@bme.anon When A month ago It stayed for awhile longer. I then dropped out of college and began an adult program at the local technical school for dental assisting. The instructor was quite adamant about how un-professional visible piercings and tattoos are, and that they would not be tolerated in this program. That's when the poor little piercing left for good. I'll admit it, I was weak. It was doing me no good hiding up there, so all I needed was that little push to take it out.
I completed the program in May, moved to a new town with hopes of becoming what I had gone to school for, and...nothing. No dentists hiring assistants. Okay then. I began working in food service, and married my fiance, a tattoo artist. A few months out of school, I found myself beginning to crave..a facial piercing! This hadn't happened in about a year, what was going on?! I debated over re-piercing either the monroe or septum. Eventually I went with the septum.
I should take the time to say now that I never EVER plan ahead to get any tattoos or piercings done. I always know what I want, but for me to say "I'm going to get this done in two days" always ends in me not going for some reason or another. Luckily, my husband is my artist, and the piercer at the shop he works at is very patient with me on this. So it was very fitting that, on the last day of our honeymoon, I look at my husband and said, "I want my septum re-pierced today." And off we went.
Upon arriving, I was nervous. Granted, I had had this done before, but this was either going to hurt much worse due to scar tissue, or due to it being in a different spot. I did not like this idea one bit anymore. However, I told myself that this couldn't be any worse than my (intact) nipple piercings, so hold on, here we go. I laid down on the table, and the piercer's fingers went up my nose. He found a spot in front of where it had been done the first time, which was "perfect". I closed my eyes, held onto the hand of my dear friend Stacy, and...felt the needle slide right in. That's exactly how it felt--sliding. The jewelry went in. I sneezed.
I sneezed again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
I kept on sneezing, probably about fifteen times. By this time, we were all laughing.
It has been about a month since this happened, and my piercing is doing just fine. Admittedly, I have never used saline solution on a piercing before (bad me), but I have been using it on this one, and I have noticed that it is healing at a very rapid rate.
As many say on here, "this piercing isn't just a piercing, it means ___________________." It's true. My septum represents the "old" Me, the Me who didn't give a damn about professionalism, who would dye her hair pink and wear it proud, the Me who would stay up drinking until 5am and get up at 7:30 and drive to her 8am history class. I miss that Me. That Me was stripped away and bandaged by a false me during the past year, one who dropped out of college to attend an adult program because I suddenly decided that I needed a career and grow up since I was getting married within a year, and when instant gratification kicks in, there's not much stopping it, dumb idea or not. Somehow I feel that that program hurt me more than it helped me, in that I came out of it with the mind set that I HAD to be professional at all times, or else success (and money?) wasn't going to come to me. Something tells me that there was some brainwashing going on there, intentional or not.
I still work in food service, and I'm planning on going back to college next year, to major in what I love and have loved all along--theater. This piercing is a constant reminder to me that, no matter what, I'll always be Me, and no matter how hard someone tries to change that, it won't happen.