A piercing tale

You know how when you are drunk and you come up with great ideas with your friends?

It never ends well.

The mammoth peer pressure I felt,  on that day was beyond anything I've ever felt before.  I don't regret it, but I wouldn't be bothered if I didn't have it.

So one night when my friends and I were all all the vodka in Sydney, we thought it would be a great idea for us all to get piercings the next day.  Having a crippling fear of needles, I only agreed as I was so drunk somebody could of told me I was going in for trans-gender surgery the next day and I would of thought it a brilliant plan.

When I woke up the next day, I did remember the plan but hoped that everyone else would of forgotten.

I was not so lucky.

So with full acceptance that I was going to have another hole in my body, and that if that hole was anywhere near my face, my mother would kill me, we all went to Newtown in Sydney (which is kinda the place to go for piercings and tattoos and made a booking.

One of my friends got dermals in his arm.

Another a lip ring.

When I told them all I wanted was my second holes done, my friends were not impressed.  I agreed to go a little more daring and agreed to the top part of my ear.

I don't know how it happened.  I could of still been drunk from the night before, but I made the appointment to get my tragus pierced.

My other friends went in first as I slowly freaked out in the waiting room.  They came out one by one with tales of how cranky the guy doing it was.

Finally it was my turn.

Everyone wanted to come in and watch me which the guy was fine with.  He marked me up and then told me to lie down.  I started freaking out and told him that I was terrified of needles.  His reply.

"Well close your F**kin eyes then"

Oh God!

A tight squeeze from my friends hand, a comforting word from another friend, and a sharp needle bursting through my skin and I was done.

What I didn't think through was the inability to sleep on my right side.  Not being able to listen to music on the way to work with my headphones... ohh and the crazy infection that I got.

The infection got sad bad at one point that the skin started growing over the back of the piercing.  However after drenching it in saline solution every couple of hours it did heal, as I was determined to have this piercing as I had suffered for it.

Fast forward a couple of years later and I want to change the jewel into something prettier than a silver ball.  I was having some trouble changing it so went into another piercing place so they could do it.

"Who did this for you?"

The lovely tatted up guy asked as he was changing the jewel.

"I only ask because whoever did it, did it wrong.  It's too far in.  Did it get super infected?"

OH MY GOD!

I knew that guy was an a-hole.

I told him about my experience and he knew straight away who the guy was as he had quite a bad reputation in the piercing and tattoo community.  Something I would of liked to be told at the time.

I still have my tragus pierced.  Half because I feel cool and hip, the other half is because it looks ugly and I have a stupid hole in my ear.

Moral of the story, don't go out drinking with my friends, you will end up with piercings (and tattoos - but thats for a later post)

Aussie Out

xo