I laugh in the face of responsibility... actually, nausea is more the feeling.
NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART!!
Well, for those of you that don't know... I had my left ear pierced in the cartilage up top... in December. Yup, I was excited. I'd always wanted to get it pierced again, since 2 years ago when I pierced the other ear up there... which then proceeded to pull a Quebec and swell off the side of my head and form its own country. So, I took that earring out and eventually got my ear back.
After this experience I was determined that the next time I got my cartilage pierced, it would be a keeper. So armed with only sheer determination, I went and got Katie to pierce my ear. (Don't worry, Katie's a trained professional. She works at a jewellery store.) Anyways, so it hurt a little bit, itched a bit more, but I was prepared. They had given this special bottle of disinfectant. I would have the cleanest pierced ear known to man.
Ah yes, the first few days were beautiful... as I learnt how to cup my hand just right so I could still sleep on my left side without excruciating pain radiating off my ear. Awesome! Super! I applied the disinfectant pretty much every time I was anywhere near the bathroom... (which didn't happen that often because I'm never home... but it happened!) But still, I made an outstanding effort the apply the disinfectant and keep that ear from repeating what the other one did.
Awesome. All is well. My ear was doing fine! Still hurting when some well-meaning person would give me a really tight hug... thus pushing my ear against my skull and causing that tiny little stud to rotate sideways and rip the top part of my ear off. It was always hard to pull out of those hugs and not want to slaughter the person... "Oh yes... (teeth gritting) it's so good to see you too!!!" But I hung in there.
I must admit though... that the applications of disinfectant slowly became less and less... dwindling, I'm ashamed to admit, to none. But my ear was fine!! It didn't really hurt! And plus, pain is normal with piercing your cartilage of your ear... with piercing anything in fact! Heck, some people said that it took them 6 months before they could fully sleep on their left side without the tried and true cupping technique. Surely I could hold out 6 months.
Surely...
Well, all was well until about a few weeks ago... I started noticing a little more of an increasing pain. Bah, I scoffed, it was fine... just healing. I didn't have to take the time to look at in the mirror!! Why should I?? Pain is normal. Ha! I laugh in the face of pain.
Ha... So. Two nights ago I was watching TV and happened to turn to the person next to me because I'd been fingering my ear for the past couple minutes and something didn't feel right. Hmmm, I thought... Ah yes, the person agreed with me... there was an odd bump. Now trying to watch TV while flashbacks of Katie saying, "yeah when I got mine done, the skin almost grew over it twice." echoing in my head... I was not scoffing as loud anymore.
Don't think about it!! NO! All is well in Earville. But maybe... just maybe... I'll take a little peek. Tomorrow. So, I waited until yesterday morning to finally look at the incriminating evidence that possibly... not all was well with mine ear. I looked... some odd swelling in the back. Well, perhaps if I just take off the backing of the ear and apply some Holy Disinfectant, then all will be fine and dandy once again. WELL. When I finally painfully took the backing off the earring.... to my dismay I discovered an odd black goopy gump of something attached to it. Slightly horrified that this was coming off my person, I cleaned it. Then... an oddly non-familiar feeling of nausea swept over me and I had to sit down on the toilet seat for a second so I wouldn't throw up.
What was this? Me, all-strong, all-powerful ME had a problem with something physical?? This, the person that could watch any reality TV ER series with blood and guts and gore with an unreal fascination was getting grossed out by my own ear?? Nah. Let's get back up and keep peering at my purple ear. Hmmm... that's an odd bump my ear has poked out. Hmmm... that's an odd passing out feeling that caused me to sit back down again. What the heck!! I can handle this!! Gosh!! So... gritting my teeth and swallowing saliva, I stood back up and tried to apply disinfectant to the back of my ear where the skin had started to grow up along the shaft of the earring.. causing a little mountain of skin to form on the back of my ear. Sick. So, while rubbing the Q-tip soaked with wonder juice on the back of my ear while the backing was off was all well and good... it also caused the earring to start to slip frontways out of my ear. So, not thinking, I just pushed it back in. Yup, that feeling alone... of the earring going back into the infection was enough to make me see stars. I took the earring out, placed it with it's backing, and just about made it to my bed.
I had to lie there for a good five minutes, rubbing my stomach before I finally convinced myself I wasn't going to pass out or hurl chunks. I got nauseous from my own infected earring! So folks... it's official. I don't have any earring on the top of my ear... the 5 I have on my two lobes are going to have to be sufficient. But I'm thinking... if I'm not keeping the piercing... maybe I should get a tattoo.
Well, for those of you that don't know... I had my left ear pierced in the cartilage up top... in December. Yup, I was excited. I'd always wanted to get it pierced again, since 2 years ago when I pierced the other ear up there... which then proceeded to pull a Quebec and swell off the side of my head and form its own country. So, I took that earring out and eventually got my ear back.
After this experience I was determined that the next time I got my cartilage pierced, it would be a keeper. So armed with only sheer determination, I went and got Katie to pierce my ear. (Don't worry, Katie's a trained professional. She works at a jewellery store.) Anyways, so it hurt a little bit, itched a bit more, but I was prepared. They had given this special bottle of disinfectant. I would have the cleanest pierced ear known to man.
Ah yes, the first few days were beautiful... as I learnt how to cup my hand just right so I could still sleep on my left side without excruciating pain radiating off my ear. Awesome! Super! I applied the disinfectant pretty much every time I was anywhere near the bathroom... (which didn't happen that often because I'm never home... but it happened!) But still, I made an outstanding effort the apply the disinfectant and keep that ear from repeating what the other one did.
Awesome. All is well. My ear was doing fine! Still hurting when some well-meaning person would give me a really tight hug... thus pushing my ear against my skull and causing that tiny little stud to rotate sideways and rip the top part of my ear off. It was always hard to pull out of those hugs and not want to slaughter the person... "Oh yes... (teeth gritting) it's so good to see you too!!!" But I hung in there.
I must admit though... that the applications of disinfectant slowly became less and less... dwindling, I'm ashamed to admit, to none. But my ear was fine!! It didn't really hurt! And plus, pain is normal with piercing your cartilage of your ear... with piercing anything in fact! Heck, some people said that it took them 6 months before they could fully sleep on their left side without the tried and true cupping technique. Surely I could hold out 6 months.
Surely...
Well, all was well until about a few weeks ago... I started noticing a little more of an increasing pain. Bah, I scoffed, it was fine... just healing. I didn't have to take the time to look at in the mirror!! Why should I?? Pain is normal. Ha! I laugh in the face of pain.
Ha... So. Two nights ago I was watching TV and happened to turn to the person next to me because I'd been fingering my ear for the past couple minutes and something didn't feel right. Hmmm, I thought... Ah yes, the person agreed with me... there was an odd bump. Now trying to watch TV while flashbacks of Katie saying, "yeah when I got mine done, the skin almost grew over it twice." echoing in my head... I was not scoffing as loud anymore.
Don't think about it!! NO! All is well in Earville. But maybe... just maybe... I'll take a little peek. Tomorrow. So, I waited until yesterday morning to finally look at the incriminating evidence that possibly... not all was well with mine ear. I looked... some odd swelling in the back. Well, perhaps if I just take off the backing of the ear and apply some Holy Disinfectant, then all will be fine and dandy once again. WELL. When I finally painfully took the backing off the earring.... to my dismay I discovered an odd black goopy gump of something attached to it. Slightly horrified that this was coming off my person, I cleaned it. Then... an oddly non-familiar feeling of nausea swept over me and I had to sit down on the toilet seat for a second so I wouldn't throw up.
What was this? Me, all-strong, all-powerful ME had a problem with something physical?? This, the person that could watch any reality TV ER series with blood and guts and gore with an unreal fascination was getting grossed out by my own ear?? Nah. Let's get back up and keep peering at my purple ear. Hmmm... that's an odd bump my ear has poked out. Hmmm... that's an odd passing out feeling that caused me to sit back down again. What the heck!! I can handle this!! Gosh!! So... gritting my teeth and swallowing saliva, I stood back up and tried to apply disinfectant to the back of my ear where the skin had started to grow up along the shaft of the earring.. causing a little mountain of skin to form on the back of my ear. Sick. So, while rubbing the Q-tip soaked with wonder juice on the back of my ear while the backing was off was all well and good... it also caused the earring to start to slip frontways out of my ear. So, not thinking, I just pushed it back in. Yup, that feeling alone... of the earring going back into the infection was enough to make me see stars. I took the earring out, placed it with it's backing, and just about made it to my bed.
I had to lie there for a good five minutes, rubbing my stomach before I finally convinced myself I wasn't going to pass out or hurl chunks. I got nauseous from my own infected earring! So folks... it's official. I don't have any earring on the top of my ear... the 5 I have on my two lobes are going to have to be sufficient. But I'm thinking... if I'm not keeping the piercing... maybe I should get a tattoo.
posted by Insert Name Here at 11:13 am
1 Comments:
crystal!!! OWWWWIE. why do people put themselves through this. Although picking gunk from piercings is sorta entertaining....hmmm.
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