This is about my experience with getting my bridge pierced back in 1999. The story takes me back. I have told it many times before, each time it gets funnier. I had just eaten at some local greasy grub place, and decided that I NEEDED a piercing. I wasn't sure what I wanted, so we hopped on over to the closest mall so I could get pierced.
At A Glance Author Drak Contact dark_thread@hotmail.com When A year ago Artist The Guy Studio Expo 2 Extreme Location Des Moines, Iowa
I thought the whole 3 blocks there, and came up blank. I asked the piercer what he thought I should get, but he said I needed some genital piercings. He then told me to think about what I thought would look good on me, something unique. I stood looking at his portfolio pictures of most of the piercings he had done, thinking of what I wanted. I knew that I wanted the finished product to be symmetrical to what I already knew I wanted done, which was both brows, septum, medusa, and one more labret. I just didn't want to start the project just yet. I wanted something of my own, something that everyone didn't already have. So I pointed to the spot between my eyes and said, "I want this pierced."
He looked at me like I was nuts at first, but then he took me to the back to set up for the piercing. I was really nervous. I was expecting a lot of pain, because when I pinched it there, it hurt. I was kind of surprised at all the prep time the he took to get the dots straight, he spent well over 15 minutes making dots, stepping back and staring at me, wiping them off and putting new ones on there. He called in 3 other people to see if he was getting it straight. He handed me a mirror and asked me, but I couldn't see them both at the same time. I'm glad he took his time. I have seen some pretty crooked bridge piercings, and I feel sorry for those people.
I had to try really hard to not squint my eyes while he was pushing the needle through. After he had the needle in and was going for the jewlery, a 14g straight barbell, I was staring cross-eyed at the needle in awe of it just going through my nose. It really hurt when he was putting the jewlery in. I think that is always the most painful part, the threading scratching the newly pierced hole. (Ouch) Everything went fairly smoothly and it hurt less than I expected.
I wouldn't recommend a bridge piercing to everyone Some people just wouldn't look right with metal between their eyes. I was, and still am very happy with mine.
I was getting ready to walk out of the shop when all of a sudden I got incredibly naucious, and light-headed. I leaned on a counter to catch my breath, and straighten out my vision, but it wasn't enough. I fell over and knocked a rack of shirts to the floor with me. The next thing I know, I'm back at home sitting on the couch watching cartoons, Bugs Bunny re-runs to be exact. I looked at my bridge and started to freak out when I didn't see any metal balls there. I just thought it was all a dream, and I started to get sad. Then I heard one of my friends yelling my name. Everything went black.
I opened my eyes to a crowd of people standing there, laughing, and pointing down at me. I rubbed my eyes, and hit my new piercing and started screaming bloody murder. The piercer was dumbfounded at what he had just witnessed. After laughing at me, he helped me to my feet and took me to the back down to the studio to lie down. I started laughing hysterically, and he thought I was high on something. I wasn't.
I tried all day to remember what I had been dreaming about, and to this day can't remember all of it, just bits and pieces. Maybe it's better that way. Anyways, back to the story. Although nothing was damaged in the store, I felt like a total ass. Nobody at that shop will ever let me live that down, it always seems to come up in a conversation, and we laugh about it. Them more than me, but we laugh about it. My friends sometimes call me up just so they can remind me of the time I knocked over a rack of shirts when I got pierced. I'm glad I only did that once, I probably would never have gotten pierced ever again if it had happened one more time.
I look back on it as a good experience, because if someone ever passes out on me while, or after I pierce him or her, I'll know what to do. I'm glad that it didn't shy me away from getting pierced, a week later I went back for more fun, and got my septum pierced. I'm addicted to piercings. I just can't get enough.