I've always been told that when you get pierced more than once in the same area it can bleed a lot. I didn't really think this would apply to me because none of my other piercings (belly button, nipples, tongue, nose, labret, and eyebrow) had bled before. So getting my tongue pierced for the second time was a slight shock, it hurt a hell of a lot more than the first one and to add to it I gushed blood and slobber into a garbage can for almost twenty minutes, not to mention that it took me about five hours to learn how to talk perfectly normal again. The best part was smoking, my tongue didn't really swell very much, but being an intelligent person, it was difficult for me to remember to clean it out every half hour or so when I had a smoke. Even though it happened a year ago I can still remember looking over at my friends' faces; they were all laughing at me.
At A Glance Author Carla B Contact carlymaylouise@hotmail.com When Six months ago Artist Robin Studio Robins Boutique After that I decided that my mom was right and I did have enough piercings, until about six months later when I decided on a whim that I wanted to have a double eye-brow. I'd seen a couple people with them and I really liked the way they look, plus I had a little money to burn after getting paid the day before. I can honestly say that I am an idiot for getting any holes poked in my body that day. My brain wasn't working fast to enough to remember that I had drank a 40 of vodka the night before. I'm not going to lie, what I can remember of that night was a lot of fun. If I was smart I would have realized that having three mixed drinks with my lunch that day probably didn't help either; but hey how smart can a University student be? In other words my blood was like bright red water from all the alcohol that was still in my system, unless I'm a hemophiliac and my blood just can't clot; either way, it means your going to bleed a lot more than normal.
I wasn't nervous at all while I sat in the chair waiting for her to get the clamp, needle and ring ready. From my experience eye-brow piercings don't hurt at all. This one was no different, I didn't even flinch when she jabbed me, but when I felt and heard this weird pop as the needle when through the other side I can still remember thinking, "I don't think I've ever had that happen before........." About one second later she had a wad of paper towels over my eye and was trying to apply some pressure. I didn't even get an answer when I asked her if it was bleeding, she just kind of raised one eyebrow at me. When I looked over at my friends they were all just kind of smirking. I bled for so long that they went to go get ice cream down the street and came back before I was even out of the chair. As you can imagine was not very impressed; they could have at least bought me some damn ice cream instead of standing there eating it in front of me.
My piercer tried to get me to laugh it off by complaining about how her lunch was going to be stone cold by the time she got across the street to pick it up, but after the fourth time she mentioned it, I really just wanted to punch her in the throat. Like I give a crap about your stupid lunch, what do you think microwaves are for? Let's be serious now. Then she was trying to make jokes that were about as funny as spending seven hours getting a tattoo done on April fools day and having the artist tell you when your done that the invisible ink should start to disappear in a couple of hours. So when I finally got out of the chair, I was still holding paper towels over my eyebrow to stop the blood flow. She gave me a little baggie of bactine so that I could clean it a couple times before I got home, which was a forty minute drive.
When the bleeding finally stopped, it was difficult to tell whether people were staring at me because of the blood dried around my eyebrow, or because my black shirt said "F*&k You, You F#@king F*^k" in huge white letters. So I'm pretty sure the moral of my story isn't not to get multiple piercings, because they are sweet, but maybe it should be not to drink an excessive amount of alcohol at least twenty-four hours before you go get them done.