So for the last few years I've been thinking about getting an industrial piercing and leading up to last month it was one of the few piercings I really liked the look of. The only problem was I was about sixteen and my parents did not approve. So slowly I debate my parents from disapproval to apathy even though I was not sure if I was ever going to go for it (I'm kind of a chicken). After I got past my parents I pretty much dropped it as something I was going to do but it kept popping into my mind randomly and last month I woke up and decided I REALLY wanted it and needed it done that day.
At A Glance Author skwiggledork Contact Bmerg@aol.com When A month ago It was about ten in the morning and the studios around here don't open till one so I was pacing around my house arguing with myself if I really wanted it or was just being a spaz. One o'clock finally rolled around and I sprinted to The Body Shop a studio really close to my house. I walked in and while still out of breath asked if they could give me what i wanted. The guy said he could but was out of needles till UPS got there... bloody hell I was hoping to get it there not because I thought it was the best place in town but because it was en route to my job and i had two hours to get there and it takes me an hour walking.
So I quickly counted my money and figured if worst comes to worst I could call a cab. So I went home and called the second closest piercing shop too make sure they had needles. Good to go. So a fifteen minute walk later I was at metamorphosis (I was out of breath from the first run I don't excersise much). I walked in and there were two people there and I had about an hour and a half to wait in line get it done properly(I was not going to rush him no matter what) call a cab and get to work. luckily neither of the people in front of me were getting anything done so it only took about 20 minutes to get to me.
I told him what I wanted, he took me to the back room and showed me around and explained everything. I'm too busy watching the clock to really pay attention to what he said. He told me to sit down in the chair and asked what ear I wanted done. I did not really have a preference but every time I mentioned I wanted an industrial my hand shot up to my left ear so I decided on that one. He marked it out and asked my opinion. It was the one time during the whole thing that my mind went off the time and to what was happening. I stared for awhile before deciding it was perfect. So he started opening the stuff while I went back to watching the time and after a few seconds he said breathe in ....breathe out ...wow that one hurt. my head leaned as far away from him as i could without falling out of the chair. After a few minutes of what am I thinking and I cant quit now I don't want just one hole I got back in the chair and he pierced the second hole. Luckily it did not hurt as bad bu t it was still pretty sore.
So I'm sitting in the chair recovering and he said "Now time to put the jewelry in"...damn ... yup that hurt and for some reason it hurt more than the needles. So it's done I get my first look at it in a mirror just under a clock and it was beautiful ...a little bloody but beautiful. A quick glance at the clock and I had 30 minutes to get to work so no time to gaze at my new addition. I quickly paid and walked to a pay phone and called a cab. Twenty minutes later the cab pulls up (I don't know about most places but around here twenty minutes is pretty fast for a cab). I'm doing math in my head trying to figure out how late i'm going to be my ear is throbbing and feels like its on fire.
I get to work run to the time clock try to punch in and it wont let me. So I think I must be pretty late, look at the schedule and I don't have to be in for another hour. Phew now I have time to show it off. Most of my friends thought it was cool and one almost threw up because the bar was getting covered with blood but other than that nothing spectacular happened.
Currently I'm fighting hypertrophic scarring and still loving it but I'm now an addict. I've gotten a few (cough-fifteen-cough) more ideas of what I want but I don't know if I'll ever get them.