At A Glance
Author	Pierced_Pigglet
Contact	Pierced_Pigglet@bme.anon
When	Three months ago
Location	Brussels, Belgium

This is the story of my bridge piercing. In a way, getting this piercing was not that big a deal.

I had it done at a place I know well a couple of months ago, and by then I all ready had my two tats, some cutting work and lobes, septum, nipple, navel and industrial piercings. In other words; I wasn't a total and complete stranger to body mods. I'm not saying I'm any sort of extreme mod-meister, but at least I wasn't as nervous as when I got the first piercing done (I'll tell you about that one another time).

But anyway, this is in no way an attempt to bore you to death with my fairly random ramblings and general outpouring of my thoughts, but to share my piercing experience, so let's get on with it, shall we?

The day of the bridge I had actually made an appointment at the studio (while other times I just barged in) and was there on time, feeling all organised and ready to enjoy getting pierced.

Lots of people have told me that the septum is the most painful piercing you can get (I don't know how accurate this is, but as far as I know, it sounds pretty reasonable, considering I know what pain I was in. And it was bad), so I wasn't worried about the pain at all, really.

In fact, I was right not to be - the bridge is not a very painful piercing and the immediate pain disappears in a matter of seconds. By the time I was outside in the street, I felt nothing but that sweet high we all know so well...

However. If you're thinking about getting one done, you should be prepared for what I personally call "the sound of a mental patient stabbing a steak with a very blunt needle". I had no clue there would be a sound. Why would there be a sound? I never heard any sounds before! Is there meant to be a sound? What is it that produces the sound? Am I, in fact, a big steak? (this all went through my mind as I was walking away from the piercing studio afterwards, happy, but quite confused).

I was going to go for coffee with a friend after getting the bridge, so I invited her to come along and watch me get pierced (my friends who don't have any mods seem to enjoy this very much and are always very impressed). As I sat down in front of the woman who was going to do the piercing, my friend found herself a chair at the other end of the room - at least three meters away from me. As the needle went in and I was allowed to lie down on the stretcher, the *sound* echoed through the room (or so it seemed to me at the time, so probably a slight exaggeration) and my friend yelled "I HEARD that! You're so brave!" from where she was sitting.

The healing process took a pretty long time (I'm used to my body repairing very quickly) compared to other piercings, and was in some ways more painful than getting the actual piercing.

You don't realise how often you touch your bridge every day until it brings you excruciating pain to do so. Washing my face, for instance, was kind of complicated the first few weeks.

I vividly remember one incident only a couple of days after I got the piercing and was on the bus on my way home from a pub.

Since I look like I do and most people in this city are quite conservative, I always have a lot of room to myself on public transport. This time, however, it was absolutely ridiculous. The bus was totally crowded and people were standing around looking very sardine-like, yet I had six seats to myself. I though it was odd, but hey, it happens.

Suddenly, however, I felt something icky on my chin and investigated with my hand. There was blood on it. Intrigued, I found a small mirror and had a look at my face. Which at this point was completely covered in blood. The piercing must have been accidentally thumped by something or someone and the "crust" broken. I had blood running down all of my nose, under the eyes, across my cheeks and down the neck.

I have to admit, I thought it looked quite cool. Though I do understand those little old ladies didn't want to sit next to me.

Apart from that, though, the healing process was slow but steady. And now I am very happy with my bridge; it was definitely worth the spine-twisting sound and me frightening the general public.

Most of all, I'll always remember the noise it made, even if the piercing comes off one day.