At A Glance Author Danny Contact Danny@bme.anon When Six months ago Location ames, iowa It all started when my boyfriend at the time, we've since then been married, went out of town to get his long awaited PA done. Feeling bad, cause I didn't get invited along, I sat around the house after everyone that was going on the road trip left. I was lounging in my lazy boy, looking around; when I see that my fish are staring at me, their normal way of saying "MOM! WE NEED FOOD!!" So, I put on some shoes and headed to the local pet store. As I was walking into the store I realized I was only feet away from a place with some moderate piercers. I admit that I was jealous! He was going to get work done and I wasn't! So, I took off across the parking lot and right into the studio. Walking in I knew I shouldn't pick something that'd be too difficult because the competency of the piercers was rather questionable. (Usually decided by the level of THC in their blood streams) I sundered over to the counter, as a good-looking chick you do anything for a discount on whatev er you can. Then I saw it, a cute little 14 gage CBR, and I knew just where to stick it! Being the good little girl I was way back in high school, I wanted something that'd be totally unexpected by the town folk where I had recently started working again as a bartender. I needed something on my face and wanted something a little nontraditional for my first major piercing. In my lip it went!
After a few minutes the piercer called me into the little room with a huge window, making me feel like my hungry fish back home, takes out the marker and puts a dot in the center of my lip where the piercing was suppose to go. (I was a little worried when he marked me with the marker not a q-tip or something, cross contamination came to mind, especially when he answered the phone with his gloves on, but hey I knew it was going to be a crappy job walking into it.) I made real sure that the mark was centered and then prepared myself for the worst. He took the clamp and placed it on my lip, at the time I thought this was going to be my least favorite part of the whole process, being held by a 200-pound man by my lip! A vision of me taking a hook out of a crappies mouth last summer fishing seemed to come to mind. Anyway, next thing I knew he had the needle in his hand! (Did I mention I'm scared to death of the things? Doesn't make any sense, but what'd mom and dad always te ll you as a little kid? You've gotta face your fears.) In normal fashion he counts to three.... "One..... Two....." Sweet mother of mystery! Did that hurt!! It was anything but a fluid graceful motion. It was slow, uneven pressure, and I could feel the needle go through all the muscle and tissue in my lip. After I composed myself I looked in the mirror, winked at a very sexy reflection, and ran like hell! I wasn't about to give this man a tip for giving me the most painful unprofessional experience of my life! I held back tears all the way to the pet store. I grabbed some feeders and went home. I got home in time to see my roomies embarking on a wonderful journey of fun, in pain, I ran upstairs took some meds, flew back down, to be sure not get out of rotation. My pain was soon to be a distant thought.
It took some time for it to heal due to its odd placement. When I wear a barbell in it it kind of looks like it's between a vertical labret and center lip, which caused a few problems with healing, tearing the thin skin at the bottom on the inner hole and what not, but in time it healed very well. So, to anyone who's had a miss placed center lip, it does get better, it will heal. It just takes a lot of time and patience. I'm not sure how many times people have told me to take it out and get it redone the 'right' way, but I'm glad I didn't. I like it, and I only had to give up eating sandwiches for three weeks to get it healed!
I've since then stretched it to a 12 gage, and within a week or so should have it at a healthy 10 gage as to keep it from looking to pussy with all my other large jewelry. Although it was done shitty, it started an obsession, that has cost me lots of money, but made me who I am.
The moral of my story? When hungry fish need food, go across town to earl may, and take the long way as to avoid shitty spontaneous piercings!
P.S. since then I found a new studio with a great guy to finish all my work for me.