This is my story about possibly the stupidest thing I've ever done...
At A Glance Author Emma Contact dirtylittlewhores@hotmail.com IAM Woozle When A year ago Studio Caladonian Sun Location Stirling, Scotland I don't quite know what inspired me to do it in the slightest...
So I was getting bored of the piercings I had, and feeling rather more insane than I usually do having just moved into uni and what with the meeting of new people and them moving away from home and everything, I got the urge to get pierced again. I already had a side lip piercing and an industrial bar, but I really wanted something new, and I decided that I wanted it to be "unusual" on account of the fact I felt a bit cheated out of my individuality as every other person I met at uni had a lip piercing or an eyebrow piercing, whereas at home within the group of people I knew from school it was considered new and different. Reading that explanation back, I realise how daft it sounds, and thankfully I have grown up somewhat since then!
I browsed on BME looking for inspiration as to what I wanted done. I really wanted a nipple piercing but I was only 17 at the time and thought I should wait till it was legal for me to do so. I stumbled across the surface piercing galleries and saw finger ring piercing. I decided I liked them and wanted to look into getting one done.
I had to wait a couple of days for the opportunity to go into the centre of Stirling to find a piercer. The opportunity came when I a friend and I were elected to go and buy a microwave for the kitchen, as we were all finding the stress of living without one far to much!!!
When I am nervous I do one of two things, I get panicky or I go insanely hyperactive. On this occasion? Insanely hyperactive, thankfully the girl I was with was like that permanently! So I ran the idea of going to get a piercing by here and she agreed and came with me. I didn't know of any piercing studios there, but I figured there had to be one SOMEWHERE.
Eventually we found one, Caledonian Sun. We went in to be greeted by these two absolutely gorgeous black shar-pei dogs. One of them was just a pup and I'm afraid I melted as soon as I saw them, they ware so unbelievably cyoot! (I'm studying animal biology so I'm excused!) After about ten minutes of drooling over the two dogs my mate dragged me over to the piercer. (I only later began to wonder how hygienic that was...).
He was this really big bloke, dripping with piercings, some of which Id never known were possible, and tattoos. He seemed like a really cool guy, and I explained my original idea of getting a bcr or a curved barbell pierced onto my finger. The guy said he was unwilling to do a piercing like that due to the placement it would be VERY susceptible to infection. He said that he was willing to do surface piercings, so we got into discussing them and he outlined the possible places.
I decided to go ahead and get a surface piercing on my wrist. Id seen them and liked them, and I figured "what the heck"! I'd gone in with the intention of getting pierced and wasn't about to leave without one. I was taken upstairs to where the studio was, walking past a girl in another room getting tattooed, she looked in utter agony! My friend came with me to watch and tell me just how insane I was, talk about moral support, eh?!
I sat down behind the piercing table with my wrist on it, and the piercer told me what he was going to do. He didn't put antiseptic on the area or anything, which concerns me now, but at the time I was far to full of adrenaline to notice! He marked my arm once with a surgical pen, but eh positioning wasn't correct, so he marked it again, much better! He got the bar and bent it into shape, and put clamps on my skin, now they were uncomfortable, but not painful. We went through the usual breathing procedures, and on the count of three he stuck the needle through my skin.
I honestly didn't feel it; I sat there and looked at it, but nope, no feeling, I think now the clamps numbed the pain or something. He put the bar in with the minimal of fuss, and I just sat there grinning with the endorphin rush, whilst my mate stood against the wall wincing. I was given an aftercare sheet, and was told to come back in a month to get it checked and have the bar replaced.
We left the studio and the endorphins began to wear off but I was still totally psyched about my new piercing. I love the strange looks you get with things like that! Now to get the microwave!
When we eventually get back to halls, most were freaked out by my piercing. The girl who came with me is now one of my best mates, and she told me when I'd got it done she thought I must be insane or something and we had a good laugh about it! Infact tone of the blokes I lived with nearly passed out when he saw it which was really really funny!
I jumped online to tell all my mates back home of what I'd done. It was then I began to really look at my piercing, and realised, it really wasn't right. For a start the sides of the bar stuck up about a cm or more and caught on everything, I couldn't actually put a jacket on without catching it and risking tearing it clean out of my wrist, plus the bar was too long and it could be slid along until the corners of the bar were visible. I decided I couldn't keep it in, and I couldn't wait until the next day to go back and get it out, I took a dislike towards it and couldn't stand it being there because it was annoying me too much.
Que Michael and Johnny. Two guys who I lived with that weren't squeamish in the slightest. I enlisted them to help me get it out, and they duly did, in the kitchen, much to the distaste of our flatmates, the guy who was ill at the sight of it had to go and lie down when he saw what we were doing! After much pinching of the skin and careful manoeuvring the bar was out of my arm. Michael sat going "that was sooo cool!!!" and Johnny started to go uber hygiene mad as he had done through the whole of the removing procedure, and bandaged up my arm, informing me he was going to have to change it everyday if I didn't want an infection! Which I thought was sweet of him, it was so funny seeing a 20-year-old bloke going on like that!
(please note, removing it like we did was probably no the smartest of ideas!!!)
Later I realised that the place I had been pierced my not have been the most hygienic of places, and I'm not sure as to the piercers experience with such piercings, so I'm glad I got the bar out of my arm!!! I had to go home with a bandage on my arm and rather than admit to doing something daft, I claimed it was a rather unfortunate accident with a knife that injured me. My mother is none the wiser! If I ever get it done again I will research the Studio beforehand!
Cheers! x