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Today, my nose was repierced and my scissors were tattooed on my left wrist (see this post re: scissors).
My nose was originally pierced in about 1990. I had wanted to do it for awhile but needed someone to help me. See, at that point in time, doing it oneself seemed just as viable an option as trying to find someone who could do it professionally - tattooists were common, but experienced piercers were few and far between. My assistant of choice was my friend/girlfriend, Lisa, who wasn't really very enthusiastic about the prospect of sticking things through parts of my face and/or blood. However, I pestered and pestered until she agreed to help. It happened very spur-of-the-moment, basically when she decided she had the stomach for it. I stuck part of a wine cork in my nose, held a huge mess of frozen-together icecubes against the outside of my nostril, and watched Lisa sterilize a sewing needle with her lighter. My nose was very numb by the time she was ready to stick the needle in, and I really didn't feel much more than pressure. I was bleeding quite profusely, however, which was much more disconcerting to Lisa than it was to me. Struck with sudden, severe squeamishness, she begged off, so I finished the job myself. There was a strange, elastic pop as I got the needle all the way through, and I was as giddy as if it had been the popping of a champagne cork.
I had no problems with the piercing, but I took the stud out about three years later when I was attempting to start my own business and thought I needed to look "professional." As it turned out, my business went nowhere (no surprise, considering my lack of enthusiasm), but my nasal mucosa had healed over within a day or two of removing the stud, leaving only a sort of giant pore effect on the outside. I've been vaguely wanting to repierce it for several years now, but not enough to actually go out of my way to actually get it done. However, since I was already in the skin-marking, hole-poking shop today, it was easy toask for more pain go ahead with the procedure.
I was expecting the wrist to be really, really painful, but it wasn't too bad. There were a couple of moments when I winced, but it was otherwise very tolerable. The nose, on the other hand, was brutal. I had scar tissue from my old piercing and I wanted to pierce through that same spot. I had expected this to be painful, but it was much worse than I'd imagined. So, it balanced out. Right now, I have a slightly swollen nose with a tiny silver dot on its left surface and a completely normal-feeling left wrist that is wrapped in gauze and...scotch tape. Whatever. The tattoo looks beautiful. It's small, about an inch and a half long and, while visible, seems relatively demure, IMO. ( here's a picture )
The Mr. and I saw Serenity Friday night. This was a good thing, of course, made especially good because it was actually the Mr.'s idea, and he never wants to see movies in the theater.
( The part of my response that isn't spoilery, unless the fact that I saw it spoils you )
( The part that is spoilery. )
My nose was originally pierced in about 1990. I had wanted to do it for awhile but needed someone to help me. See, at that point in time, doing it oneself seemed just as viable an option as trying to find someone who could do it professionally - tattooists were common, but experienced piercers were few and far between. My assistant of choice was my friend/girlfriend, Lisa, who wasn't really very enthusiastic about the prospect of sticking things through parts of my face and/or blood. However, I pestered and pestered until she agreed to help. It happened very spur-of-the-moment, basically when she decided she had the stomach for it. I stuck part of a wine cork in my nose, held a huge mess of frozen-together icecubes against the outside of my nostril, and watched Lisa sterilize a sewing needle with her lighter. My nose was very numb by the time she was ready to stick the needle in, and I really didn't feel much more than pressure. I was bleeding quite profusely, however, which was much more disconcerting to Lisa than it was to me. Struck with sudden, severe squeamishness, she begged off, so I finished the job myself. There was a strange, elastic pop as I got the needle all the way through, and I was as giddy as if it had been the popping of a champagne cork.
I had no problems with the piercing, but I took the stud out about three years later when I was attempting to start my own business and thought I needed to look "professional." As it turned out, my business went nowhere (no surprise, considering my lack of enthusiasm), but my nasal mucosa had healed over within a day or two of removing the stud, leaving only a sort of giant pore effect on the outside. I've been vaguely wanting to repierce it for several years now, but not enough to actually go out of my way to actually get it done. However, since I was already in the skin-marking, hole-poking shop today, it was easy to
I was expecting the wrist to be really, really painful, but it wasn't too bad. There were a couple of moments when I winced, but it was otherwise very tolerable. The nose, on the other hand, was brutal. I had scar tissue from my old piercing and I wanted to pierce through that same spot. I had expected this to be painful, but it was much worse than I'd imagined. So, it balanced out. Right now, I have a slightly swollen nose with a tiny silver dot on its left surface and a completely normal-feeling left wrist that is wrapped in gauze and...scotch tape. Whatever. The tattoo looks beautiful. It's small, about an inch and a half long and, while visible, seems relatively demure, IMO. ( here's a picture )
The Mr. and I saw Serenity Friday night. This was a good thing, of course, made especially good because it was actually the Mr.'s idea, and he never wants to see movies in the theater.
( The part of my response that isn't spoilery, unless the fact that I saw it spoils you )
( The part that is spoilery. )
