My boyfriend (at the time) and I both wanted out eyebrows pierced. It was sort of a thing we had both wanted before we met each other, and something, together; we had the guts to get done. I went first, just because I had a job, and henceforth, I had the cash straight up. He had to get some, which took all of a few days. No big deal.
At A Glance Author miranda Contact miranda@bme.anon Artist Mark Studio Krystal Blade Location Fredericton NB When I went it, it was after school. Right after school. And we had to hurry because I didn't want my grandmother to know.
We walked into the building, having called over our lunch hour and made an appointment. I was terrified. The worst thing I was worried about wasn't the pain at all, but the fact that I hadn't got anything pierced at this studio before. I didn't know Mark, I knew only that Wil's friend Sarah recommended him.
The place looked clean enough, a little scarey though. There was pictures of topless girls with nipple rings every where's, and the walls were all filled with graffiti. I liked it. The music was good. They blared Soulfly, that seemed to take my mind off things. I was confident that I really wanted this piercing, I was just scared that the environment wasn't the best for piercing. But it all proved to be great. Mark continued to sing along while he cleaned me up, marked me, and placed the clamp. He stopped only to tell me to breath deeply as the needle went in, and to breath out, when it came out.
I was so glad it was over, but when I opened my eyes. I saw the point of a needle, right there, sooooooo close to my eye I almost freaked out!!!! Mark and Wil calmed me down, and all was well. He kept dropping the best for my barbell though. That pissed me off, cause it hurt a bit. It seemed the longer he let it go, the more it hurt to try and screw on. After a few tries, he got the bead on, and I was happy.
On the way home, I sneezed. Just imagine the pain. My whole face contracted. The piercing felt like it was on fire. It felt like it was beyond fire really. It was insane. I almost cried. But then again I am a big wimp. I got home, and I left it alone that night. The next morning, I found it hard to clean it without getting soap in my eye. I was still half asleep in the shower in the morning, so the only time it got a decent cleaning was at night. I bought a spray bottle or Bactine and put that on it twice a day for a week, and then I didn't use it for a week, then I'd use it twice a day for week, and so on and so forth. After 2 months I got my barbell changed to a gold D-ring. I was so happy. I loved it. Then I went crazy for some reason and stretched my eyebrow from a 16g d-ring to a 14g barbell, which was just a labret stud, but with 2 roung beads on it instead of the flat thing. It got infected. I only had the big barbell in it for afew weeks. I hought it looked really cool. The bigger beads were awesome, but it was really sore. The barbell really wasn't long enough. So I eventually took out the 14g barbell and put the 16g one back in.
Then, one day a few weeks after I put the smaller barbell back in, my Bactine went missing. I was so pissed, I looked everywhere. I tore my whole room as well as the bathroom apart looking for it. I couldn't find the damn thing anywhere's. So I just stopped using it all together. That was when my eyebrow began to ooze. I swear that my grandmother, who I live with, sabotaged it. I was just too lazy to go out and spend $10-15 on the another bottle. I used my boyfriend's whenever I was over at his house, and it seemed to keep things happy. Then we broke up, and I lost my Bactine privileges.
Not even Mecca could save my piercing by the time I came around and realized, green puss (although it didn't look infected) was really really bad. I took it out, and the hair hid the scar until it faded away.
You see this was back in the days when I had long hair, and my eyebrow was easily hidden. For about a week my grandmother didn't notice, but believe me, when she did, all hell broke loose. That's why I think she stole my Bactine. Damn parents who won't let you poke holes in your own body.