My snakebites were the first piercing I'd gotten with the exception of my ears. My first piercings without the gun(guns=bad, I know). It all happened rather quickly, and about a year ago. I was old enough, at sixteen, to get them by myself. But living under my mother's roof still- I talked to my mom, and pretty much told her I'd go back to school; seeing as I dropped out for a couple of years. Of course, that swayed her opinion. So she said that was fine, and so we were settled on that. I worked with my mom. So a few paydays down the line, I rather randomly, after work, decided that she should drive me down to get them done. She didn't exactly want to mind you, but it was getting close to the end of the summer and thinking about it that day, I wanted the piercings to be healed and fine before I started back to the snake pit -cough- school. So after my motormouth of explanation and reason why we should wait, she agreed and said she'd take me.
At A Glance Author Snew Contact Snew@bme.anon When A year ago Artist Brodie Studio Custom Creations(Under a different name now.) Location Charlottetown PEI I got out the phonebook in the van, at a stoplight and began flipping through it, looking for the number of the place. Once found, I called. Now never being in the situation of getting pierced before in a real shop that was specified for such things; I didn't know what to expect. So I asked what times they were open until and we were okay in that department, and then I asked if I needed an appointment. Tattoos? Yes. Piercings? No. Splendid. I hung up the phone and gave mom the information I'd gotten as well as directions to where the place was. ...of course that was already stored in my memory, I was interested in the place for a time before hand.
And that's when my stomach began to turn and knot up and I believe I started the cold sweats even. Heh. Very nervous doesn't even begin to describe it. I can't recall how many times during that five minute drive down town I thought of telling my mom I wanted her to just head home, that I didn't want to do this, that the pain would be murderous... and I think I actually ran into the thought of jumping out of the van once or twice. But it was the fear versus how badly I wanted these piercings. And the want obviously outweighed everything else in the situation. I'd been waiting a hell of a long time for these, and my mom had agreed to this without telling me she'd kick me out of the house; screw backing out, hm?
So okay, I'm finally there and I go in. Okay, good music, pretty pictures... can't be too bad. I went to the desk and told Brodie what I wanted done, he said he'd be ready in a few minutes. What to do with that long few minutes. Well, as random as this is, it's memorable. I'll never forget it. There was this person in there, badmouthing harness racing and stuff of the like, which I took major offense to, being as my family has always been involved with horses and the sport of harness racing. And like a good little girl, I couldn't just keep my mouth shut. I began to contradict and point out flaws in everything he said and completely, basically, chalked up that all of his statements were untrue and obviously not researched. I got a few laughs, as well as shutting him up before I was called into one of the back rooms to get my piercings. What a way to pass time.
So there I was, sitting in a chair, talking to Brodie, listening to his aftercare directions and looking at the pictures of people with modifications and such, on the wall. I did the lovely mouthwash thing and he marked me- very carefully I might add, until they were dead even. I said I liked the placement, so off we went. On went the clamps, and he began to explain out how everything was sterilized and such; opened a clean needle, gave me the "Are you ready?" and the "1,2,3..." and in went the first. I must say, that after that I felt pretty silly for being so nervous. The pain was nothing. Perhaps the smallest of pricks. But I barely felt it at all. I was relieved. After that, we went right onto the second one. Same deal, only this one hurt a bit more. Not enough to make me cringe, not by a mile, but enough to notice a difference. I watched him bend the ends of the needles after that, and then he gave me a mirror. I'll admit; they looked a bit wonky at first, and I'd wondered if in time, they'd look good(which they do). But they weren't bad, and I was very pleased. I went, paid, got a care sheet, thanked him, and was gone.
Despite all the nervousness, and the 'little accidents' I've had over the time I've had my snakebites done, it was way worth getting done. I adore my piercings(not just these, but these included). They've given me some confidence and my way of self expression. And how could I be ungrateful for that?