Stress is a motivating factor in whether or not I'm getting pierced on a certain day. So, the day I found out I was going to lose my home yet again due to evil roommates I got into my car and started driving. Sure enough about half an hour later I was in the parking lot next to Wicked Ways Tattooing. I hadn't planned on going there, but seeing as how a piercing was only ten yards away I decided to go for it. I checked my wallet and it looked like I just might have enough money for something.
At A Glance Author monkie Contact monkie@bme.anon When A month ago Artist Charlie Studio Wicked Ways Location Comstock Park, MI I got inside and asked the piercer, Charlie if he could stab anything for me with the money I had and we settled on a bridge piercing. This was after mentioning anything from industrial to guiche. The idea of piercing my guiche (layman's terms; gooch) was funny enough to set aside any frazzled nerves I had. Hands got washed, gloves came out, light went on. He got my bridge all rubbing alcohol and iodined up (that stuff is stink!) and pulled out his marking pen. Next it was time to get those purple dots on my nose. This took a really really long time, it's almost impossible to get two dots between your eyes lined up just perfect! About seventy nine dots later I had a good pair of them.
Finally when we were both happy with the placement I laid down on my back and he clamped it, asking if it hurt. No, it doesn't hurt, but I think it doesn't feel quite so lovely. He said he was going to pierce it slowly so he could be sure it was going through straight, then I started the whole deep breath thing. I had my eyes shut so I wouldn't go cross eyed or get blood in them. He pushed the needle though and it was one of the most wonderful feelings ever! I could feel it slide through the squishy skin, a little *crisp* feeling where the needle popped through something else then it slid a little further, made another *crisp* feeling and squished its way out. Every bit of stress from the day just melted off. I wanted to open both of my eyes to see what it looked like from my side but I had to close my left eye right away because the first thing I saw was a big blood globber coming at me. He wiped it off and put in a curved barbell. I didn't hardly even feel it because I felt so much better.
I sat there for a couple of minutes because of being lightheaded, but as soon as I got up I ran to the mirror to peek at it. My face had never looked so strange! I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. I liked the way it felt, I liked how it made that part of my head feel a little heavier for a couple minutes, but it just didn't seem like it belonged on my face. I went into the back for a picture so my bridge could be immortalized in a portfolio. Getting a picture taken of a new piercing always feels weird. Mostly because you aren't even to the point yet where you expect to see it in the mirror but you know there's a picture of it somewhere, and that the one hour photo guy probably saw it before you even got home to poke at it in the security of your own bathroom.
The very worst thing I'd noticed about this piercing is the reaction of "general public" in my area. I work in the back of a restaurant, and the first week I had it I made a waitress vomit. That made me feel pretty bad, wondering if it could really look that bad to somebody else. Then there was the police. I got profiled because of my piercings, and with the bridge the only thing different since my last donut-tangle, I'm assuming that it's a leading contributor to why I was treated the way I was. I definitely didn't plan ahead for the crap I'd be catching.
After several days it started to grow on me... but it also started to give me headaches. I guess I found out how sensitive my sinuses really are to pressure. That was depressing because in general I was having a really easy time healing it and caring for it. So sadly I took it out three weeks after getting it pierced. But to me it was worth the money because now I have another good piercing experience and two adorable scars that look like they belong on my face and I think they are beautiful. If they ever fade I'm getting it repierced so I can keep my scars.