I got another piercing! WOOOOO!!! Bringing my grand total up to....two. Pfft.
It wasn't what I was expecting by a long road. My navel was my introduction into the world of body piercing and I thought come on, it's only my ear, it's a lump of gristle, there's no way it can hurt as much as my navel did. After all, I AM the biggest needlephobe EVER, and my pain threshold is non-existant, so as you can understand I was pretty nervous!!
I went to a new place this time. My local tattoo and piercing shop (the only one in my damn home city) is more of a biker place; not many teenage girls hanging around there. The piercer was a very grumpy and uncommunicatve woman who didn't talk to me except to say "Wait downstairs", "Get on the couch" and "That'll be 20 please." But then Carlisle's shops have never been renowned for customer service! I went to Skinvasion instead, a tiny little spot tucked away in Affleck's Palace in Manchester (went to see my boy, woot!), and the chap doing it was lovely, talkative, smiley and friendly. Definitely going back there for future piercings. He prepped me up nicely, then marked my ear where I said I wanted it...
Oh boy. Even the sharpness of the marker pen was enough to hurt. I stared at the wall and tried not to think about it.
I shut my eyes tight and squeezed my man's hand hard enough to break his knuckles as the needle went through. It hurt more than my navel. A LOT more. But not for as long. And that particular studio don't use freezing spray on that part of the ear so I was prepared for something pretty sore!
I scared the poor piercer though. The second the needle went through I started shouting my head off - "OW! OW!!! YOU BASTARD!!!! NOT YOU MATE! (placating hand waved at man with needle through my ear) OW, Son of a FUCK! JEEEEEEZ!" etc. He was going "Calm down mate, it's okay!" and I just said "I'M FINE! IT'S COOL!!! I'M FINE!!!"
See, I have to shout when something hurts. I either shout and see the funny side, or else I'd be crying and wishing I wasn't there. And nobody wants that when they're going to get a new piercing, it should be fun and exciting!
I just laughed when he'd finished and apologised for being such a noisy bastard, then bounced out of the piercing room with a giant grin on my face so the gaggle of girls hovering outside won't have been too scared off...
Pictures, pictures, lovely lovely pictures!
It wasn't what I was expecting by a long road. My navel was my introduction into the world of body piercing and I thought come on, it's only my ear, it's a lump of gristle, there's no way it can hurt as much as my navel did. After all, I AM the biggest needlephobe EVER, and my pain threshold is non-existant, so as you can understand I was pretty nervous!!
I went to a new place this time. My local tattoo and piercing shop (the only one in my damn home city) is more of a biker place; not many teenage girls hanging around there. The piercer was a very grumpy and uncommunicatve woman who didn't talk to me except to say "Wait downstairs", "Get on the couch" and "That'll be 20 please." But then Carlisle's shops have never been renowned for customer service! I went to Skinvasion instead, a tiny little spot tucked away in Affleck's Palace in Manchester (went to see my boy, woot!), and the chap doing it was lovely, talkative, smiley and friendly. Definitely going back there for future piercings. He prepped me up nicely, then marked my ear where I said I wanted it...
Oh boy. Even the sharpness of the marker pen was enough to hurt. I stared at the wall and tried not to think about it.
I shut my eyes tight and squeezed my man's hand hard enough to break his knuckles as the needle went through. It hurt more than my navel. A LOT more. But not for as long. And that particular studio don't use freezing spray on that part of the ear so I was prepared for something pretty sore!
I scared the poor piercer though. The second the needle went through I started shouting my head off - "OW! OW!!! YOU BASTARD!!!! NOT YOU MATE! (placating hand waved at man with needle through my ear) OW, Son of a FUCK! JEEEEEEZ!" etc. He was going "Calm down mate, it's okay!" and I just said "I'M FINE! IT'S COOL!!! I'M FINE!!!"
See, I have to shout when something hurts. I either shout and see the funny side, or else I'd be crying and wishing I wasn't there. And nobody wants that when they're going to get a new piercing, it should be fun and exciting!
I just laughed when he'd finished and apologised for being such a noisy bastard, then bounced out of the piercing room with a giant grin on my face so the gaggle of girls hovering outside won't have been too scared off...
Pictures, pictures, lovely lovely pictures!
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