My stomach surface piercing did reject, but not in the way I expected it to happen. I woke up on Monday to find that the needle thing of my piercing was halfway out the other hole. Rather than push it back in I just pulled it out. It hurt a little and I felt that nausea again (I was pulling a metal thing out of my body, damnit) but otherwise the two puncture wounds seem to be doing okay.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t not too upset about it. I guess ever since people told me that my piercing was done poorly, I began falling out of love with it. So on Tuesday afternoon I went over to the shop to complain about my failed piercing. The piercer offered to re-pierce it for free, but the puncture wounds were starting to kieloid and I decided that I didn’t want a stomach surface piercing anymore. So I asked if I could have my eyebrow pierced instead and he agreed!
I’m proud to say that I didn’t go into shock this time, but I guess it’s because I’m used to getting poked in the face for acne treatments in the past. My piercing is still a little swollen but otherwise, it seems to be doing great. XD Yesterday I ordered a bunch of barbells from PiercingPal, this awesome E-Bay store based in Thailand, but I think I’ll wait a couple of weeks before I have them put in. I want to make sure that my piercing is fully healed before I do anything to it because I would be very, very pissed if something goes wrong.
My parents weren’t too thrilled when they learned about my eyebrow piercing, but I’m not surprised. :p I’m glad they didn’t make me remove it or anything, though. After my mom whined about how I “ruined my eyebrows” and my dad made me promise not to get a tattoo, they pretty much left my piercing alone. Weee. Despite what my parents say, I never thought an eyebrow piercing would look so good on me and I’m really happy I got it done. I think this will be the last one I’m going to get in a while (I’m considering my tongue, but I’ll wait for my folks to get over the eyebrow first) because right now, I just want to enjoy (and show off) my eyebrow.
EDIT: According to the BME Zine LJ community, my piercing is going to reject. Instead of getting my flesh pierced by a needle, this is the way my piercing should have been done.
I’m leaving it on for a few days and see what happens. But if I does reject, I’m going over to my piercer and demand a free piercing or something. Stupid me forgot to get a receipt though. Stupid, stupid.
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Since my life seemed to take a turn for the crazy over the past few days, I decided to bring the change to the realm of the physical by doing something batshit insane.
I got my stomach surface pierced.
A few weeks ago, I would have never considered the idea. I’m about as straight-laced and boring as it can get. I don’t do “hardcore” shit that make people go, “Whooaaa, cool!” It’s just…not me. Besides, why should I pay somebody one thousand pesos to poke a hole into my flesh when the sight of blood and the sensation of pain makes me nauseous in the first place?
But the more I thought about it, the more I thought that getting an unusual piercing is the best way to mark the changes in my life. It’s something I’ve never done before, simply because I’m afraid of needles and pain. I suppose I wanted to be able to face that fear. Besides, I think navel piercings are for sluts, nose/lebret piercings would make me look like a poser, and ear cartiledge is boring. What I love about the stomach surface piercings is that when you get the right jewelry, the studs look like they just come out of nowhere (see here). They’re the most gorgeous piercings I’ve ever seen and I can’t wait to get my surface bars.
So today, I went over to the tattoo place at Robinson’s Galleria with Pat. I was hoping to have him take pictures of the procedure–not so I could blog them, but so that I can have proof in case the piercer fucks up. But because I stupidly forgot to charge my sister’s camera last night, I have no pictures of me getting pierced. Not that I particularly mind. The moment the needle punctured my skin, I went into shock.
Getting pierced is just as painful as getting a blood sample taken, but that wasn’t what made my knees buckle. I could feel the muscles/fats of my belly getting torn apart by the sharp end of the needle as it made its way from one pen mark to the other. For fuck’s sake, it’s a sharp object going through my flesh! How can I not freak out at that?
If I weren’t holding onto Pat during the procedure, I would have probably collapsed onto the floor. My head was spinning and I damn near threw up all over myself. I couldn’t move my legs, my arms, or my fingers, and that made me freak out even more. Pat lifted me onto the bed while my piercer rushed out to get some ammonia. As I lay completely immobile, Pat calmly informed me that I was in shock–which caused me to break out in a mad laughing fit for some reason.
It’s all good now. I love the way my piercing looks! It’s as if it’s always been there. I’m surprised that it isn’t hurting as much as I expected it to, but maybe it’s because I gulped down some Alaxan before the procedure. I read in some websites that moving around can be a bitch but I have no problem with that either. My only real concern is that my body might reject the piercing. I did not use up my week’s allowance just to get a failed piercing.
So yay, on with the pictures.
It’s not that obvious from afar because of the surgical steel thing that has to stay in place for two weeks.
(Forgive the messy dorm room :p)
A closer look at my piercing.
(Why does my tummy always look bigger in pictures?)
An even closer look.
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