A New Hole

I got my left conch pierced five days ago. It’s finally not sore anymore. 

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How Things Change

A little over a year ago, I posted about my piercings. And I said this:

Which reminds me of all the tattooed people I know who are dying for me to get inked up. Why do you do that, guys? You’re like junkies who need someone to join in on their next fix.

I don’t have any tattoos. I don’t have plans for any. I do have a couple of drawings I’d likely have tattooed on me if I were to ever get one, but they’re just not my thing. I haven’t felt the call of the wild tattoo.

You know what’s funny about that? Tomorrow is our ninth anniversary, and we’re going to Arkansas for my fifth tattoo. And I’ve gotten four piercings since our eighth anniversary. So at this time tomorrow, I will have gotten more tattoos than piercings in the past year. 


I’m getting a mola mola on my right arm. 

Super stoked. 


Ritual Cleansing

Today’s Daily Prompt:

Think about your day. Select one of your daily rituals and explain it to us: why do you do what you do? How did you come to adopt this ritual? What happens on days when you can’t perform it?

Since July, I’ve gotten three new piercings, so one of my daily rituals is cleaning them.

I generally subscribe to the LITHA method of piercing aftercare–leave it the hell alone. It’s served me well, and even my most recent, a second nostril piercing, is less than a month old and almost fully healed. That one doesn’t get much special cleaning, but my two forward helices certainly do.

I knew I was in for a long healing and aftercare period before I got them, but I was prepared. Mostly. I’ve had them three months and two months, and I still have to clean crusties off daily. I’ve never had a piercing that I couldn’t see both sides of, so this is a new experience. So is hypertrophic scarring, but one has already disappeared, so we’re going well.

Every night before bed, I turn the bathroom faucet on full hot, and cup the water in my hand to wash over my ear. I lean over the sink like this until the water gets too hot to take, unless my ear is feeling sore, in which case I turn some cold on to slightly mitigate the heat and keep going. This works soothing wonders. And unlike a cup, the water doesn’t get cold. Unless you have some serious stamina and don’t mind not being able to stand up straight after leaning under a faucet for however long it takes to empty the water heater.

When I’ve had enough, I blot around my ear with a towel, then use cotton swabs to dry all the crevices in my ear. Finally, I take a damp cotton swab to clean around each piercing. There is usually quite a bit of yuck on the backside, which I tend to marvel at before tossing my cotton swab. So much crud.

Then I wash my face and moisturize and we’re done!

Oh, days I can’t perform it? There aren’t any. I make sure of that. Even if I happened to not have running water, I would still have an ear-dedicated bottle of water and some cotton swabs. I don’t want to screw up my ear.


And Another

Last week I mentioned to Ian that I wanted a second nose piercing. You know how that went. Today he took me to the shop to get it. 

I am in love. Seriously. I spent a good bit of time in the mirror this weekend turning my head, wondering if I had enough space for a second piercing. I think it looks awesome.

He periscoped almost the entire visit. Does anyone else have Periscope? It’s super fun. Well, it can be. If you find someone entertaining. Or if you be entertaining. Which I do not be, sorry. I don’t talk to myself enough to be comfortable feeling like I’m talking to myself. I’m not good at keeping up a running commentary.

You know who’s a hit on Periscope from this house? Waffles. 

 But I mean, just look at him. He’s very handsome. We’ve gotten tons of hearts scoping that Waffles.


Holes, Mostly in My Head

I called someone a book addict today.

Which reminds me of all the tattooed people I know who are dying for me to get inked up. Why do you do that, guys? You’re like junkies who need someone to join in on their next fix.

I don’t have any tattoos. I don’t have plans for any. I do have a couple of drawings I’d likely have tattooed on me if I were to ever get one, but they’re just not my thing. I haven’t felt the call of the wild tattoo.

Piercings, now. Those are my thing. I can get behind some holes. Especially holes with sparkly stuff in them.

I had my septum pierced ten days ago. So I can wear cute blingy stuff like this in a few weeks:

14K GOLD Septum Oval Curved

Only not three hundred dollars’ worth of cute blingy stuff. I can’t imagine paying that when I can find something just as cute for ten bucks. Seriously. They have cute stuff and all on Hindged, but damn.

Anyway.

As I half-expected, I got a cold sore from traumatizing my poor nose, but we’re well on our way to proper healing now. And I’ll tell you, man does it feel like I have boogers when I flip my ring up for work. I think first jewelry purchase with be a nice smooth retainer.

But yeah, piercings. I’ve had sixteen, counting the seven in my earlobes. Four left and three right, if you’re wondering.

Does sixteen sound like a lot to you? It sounds like a lot to me. For the record, the most I had at one time was twelve–hm, that’s not much better.

And I still have to work it up to go ahead and get that next needle in my body.*

The list, in chronological order, for that at least one person who’s dying to know:

  1. Left helix
  2. Navel
  3. Right eyebrow, but I don’t wear anything in it anymore.
  4. Tongue
  5. Left eyebrow
  6. Left nipple
  7. Right nipple
  8. Left nostril
  9. Septum

The most painful piercing itself was the tongue. The most painful ordeal was the left helix, which I got at the mall with a gun. Yes, I know better now, but it still has me scared of cartilage piercings, even though I’d love a daith and/or rook in one or both ears. I had that thing for months, and it only hurt worse and worse, even after it was done making crusties.

What a segue, right? I guess I just wanted to talk about piercings. They’re pretty cool, you know. It’s pretty impressive how much a little piece of metal can affect my self image.

Did you want a picture?

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*While writing this post, I kind of accidentally talked myself into a lip piercing,** something I thought I’d never decide to get. Cheek is still on the never list, though.

**Ian, this does NOT mean take me to the shop. I am not in a lip piercing place in my life right now.