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The human body is a miraculous (if disgusting) thing, is all I can say.
Heeeeeeeeeeey, so, remember how I got my ears pierced on my birthday? Well, as my darling husband pointed out about a minute after I got the piercings, my left ear looked more symmetrical then my right. So I reluctantly yanked the right-side piercings when I got home that night, figured I'd let them heal over, and just get them re-pierced (a decision that I appreciated, frankly, when I was trying to go to bed that night: friends thinking of following a similar procedure, take my advice and treat 'em like wisdom teeth: one side at a time).
So two weeks passed, and all was well, and all was well, and all would be well, when I went back to the piercing salon to get re-pierced: there was an iffy moment at first when a nice young hipster who insisted on talking about his fashion line/suspension show stood next in the queu as piercer, but I gave in to my inner old -lady and asked for that nice Ashley who'd done my initial piercing (when in doubt, go with the girl who says she spent her Friday night drinking tea and knitting rather than the dude with the bloodshot eyes, that's what I always say) and all was indeed well.
For a couple of days.
Then I developed an odd ... stripe ... leading up from the piercing. Like a little regimental marking. My best friend looked at it and said, "I've never seen anything ... like ... that." But it didn't hurt, so I figured, eh, it's probably just a bruise from the clamp, right?
Wrong.
Tonight I went to take out my original earrings, and, well ... let's just say it was sort of like John Norman had written it up. Gore!
As near as I can figure, the clamp gave me a blood blister ... which happily swelled for a couple of days and gave me military-ear ... and eventually let it all hang out, which resulted in it looking like I'd gotten ruby studs instead of diamond. Ick.
At this point, I've cleaned up the crime scene, and it doesn't hurt, and the black line is even fading, so I figure I'll leave it be and call it a day (night). Tomorrow I'll call the piercing place and ask if they recommend I yank it for a second time, or what. In the meantime: all I have to say is, beauty is pain. Also? Ick.
Heeeeeeeeeeey, so, remember how I got my ears pierced on my birthday? Well, as my darling husband pointed out about a minute after I got the piercings, my left ear looked more symmetrical then my right. So I reluctantly yanked the right-side piercings when I got home that night, figured I'd let them heal over, and just get them re-pierced (a decision that I appreciated, frankly, when I was trying to go to bed that night: friends thinking of following a similar procedure, take my advice and treat 'em like wisdom teeth: one side at a time).
So two weeks passed, and all was well, and all was well, and all would be well, when I went back to the piercing salon to get re-pierced: there was an iffy moment at first when a nice young hipster who insisted on talking about his fashion line/suspension show stood next in the queu as piercer, but I gave in to my inner old -lady and asked for that nice Ashley who'd done my initial piercing (when in doubt, go with the girl who says she spent her Friday night drinking tea and knitting rather than the dude with the bloodshot eyes, that's what I always say) and all was indeed well.
For a couple of days.
Then I developed an odd ... stripe ... leading up from the piercing. Like a little regimental marking. My best friend looked at it and said, "I've never seen anything ... like ... that." But it didn't hurt, so I figured, eh, it's probably just a bruise from the clamp, right?
Wrong.
Tonight I went to take out my original earrings, and, well ... let's just say it was sort of like John Norman had written it up. Gore!
As near as I can figure, the clamp gave me a blood blister ... which happily swelled for a couple of days and gave me military-ear ... and eventually let it all hang out, which resulted in it looking like I'd gotten ruby studs instead of diamond. Ick.
At this point, I've cleaned up the crime scene, and it doesn't hurt, and the black line is even fading, so I figure I'll leave it be and call it a day (night). Tomorrow I'll call the piercing place and ask if they recommend I yank it for a second time, or what. In the meantime: all I have to say is, beauty is pain. Also? Ick.