ell, I finally got started with something I've wanted to do for about 2 or 3 months... I got my first of 6 pocketings. When I'm done, hopefully, I'll have 3 horizontal, 4 inch long barbells on the outside of each upper arm. I've been meaning to write about this since four days ago, when it happened, but my arm told me not to. :) I suppose I should start from the beginning, not the end...
On Wednesday, I went with two of my friends (one of whom was Eric, my piercer, and they guy for whom I am guinea-pigging gladly) over to the house of an acquaintance, Dave, who is REALLY into piercings. We couldn't do it at my house or Eric's house since our families are not too keen on this sort of thing, and Eric didn't want to do it at his normal place. I'm glad we didn't, cause it was really comfortable at Dave's place. We went into his basement, and I sat in Dave's dentist chair next to Eric. We talked a little more about placement, and he started to bend the barbell so that it would sit comfortably on my arm. Instead of using the bar with rounded ends like Shannon of BME used, Eric wanted to try using regular barbells (14 ga) and balls. I don't know how big the balls are for sure, but if anyone wants to know I can find out. Eric thinks they're 3/16 of an inch. Anyways, I studiously stopped paying attention to Eric right about then, and talked to Dave and Joe a lot. I could feel it when Eric started cutting into my left arm, but it didn't hurt at all. It was kinda odd, and that's about all I can say about it. After he finished with the first incision, he started digging about in there to make the pocket, and that stung a goodly amount, but not bad. He popped the bead in, secured the barbell in place, let me look at it, and started on the other end. He was remembering what he was doing at this point, since he hasn't done any beading in a long time I suppose, and went much more quickly. I'll have to say that it hurt considerably more, but took less than half the time that the first pocket took. Not only that, but it turned out better. So much better, in fact, that he decided to take the first one out and do it again slightly below. In retrospect, this was a good idea, but at the time the only thing I could thing was "ouch, dammit." This one took even less time than the second, and then he started suturing me up. I could hardly feel it, and I'll have to say that it wasn't at all unpleasant. He cleaned me up, bandaged it, and we left. I must say that the ride home was interesing. Every time we made a turn, or hit a decent sized bump, I felt it. Stung too.
From this point on I'll leave out all the boring details, like cleaning and such, and only address the interesting. The next day I went over to my girlfriend LeeAnn's house, and we proceeded to do our thing. When I was getting up, I felt a sort of tearing sensation in my arm, and I made an educated guess as to what it was. I was right. The right ball had popped out and was sitting there. After some amount of freaking out, we got a sewing needle, and I used the eyelet end to lift up the skin of my arm while LeeAnn popped the ball back in. She's the squeamish type, so she felt pretty ill by now. After that I went over to Eric's house, and he put a butterfly on it to hold it closed and I left. No more problems with that one.
Skip to Friday night. I'm getting ready to go to bed, and cleaning my arm. When I get to the left pocket, I notice a red spot that looks kinda like a little cut or something. I kinda thought I knew what would be happening next, but I couldn't think of anything to prevent it, so I just bandaged it up like normal and went to bed. LeeAnn showed up the next day to get me to go run some errands with her and such, and I told her right off "Hold on, I want to look at my arm." I kinda knew something was wrong. Sure enough, when I looked at the left pocket, it had torn open above the ball, and I could see it sitting there, shiny, red, and bloody. the sutures were still holding it together though, so I gave Eric a call. He came over, and we talked for a bit. We decided that hopefully, it can be persuaded to heal back together, and in furtherance of that put two butterflies over it in an X shape, trying to pull the edges together. I haven't been able to look at it yet, since I don't want to try taking the butterflies off.
If all doesn't go well with the one pocket, we might end up having to take it out and redo it farther down my arm where it won't move so much. At any rate, my hands are tired now, so I'm going to stop now.
Jamey Price, Dark Lord of the Fish
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 15 May 1998
in Pocketing and Stapling