My sternum microdermals- trouble, but worth it!
From the day that the article came out on BME about microdermals, I've wanted one. I put it completely out of my mind, however, because I figured no one in the area would be doing them yet, and I still didn't know where I wanted to get them.... My friend and I have a tradition, if one of us is getting pierced, the other goes and gets something too. She called me and told me she was getting a tragus piercing. She asked me what I was getting. I thought about it for awhile, and realized that I had no idea what I wanted. That night, I was on myspace, and my piercer had posted a bunch of photos of piercings he had done recently. In amongst the piercings, there were a few microdermals. The photo that stuck out the most was of a woman with a microdermal on her sternum. That was it! I knew exactly what I wanted. I wanted a row of microdermals starting at my sternum, going up to my throat. I sent my piercer a message, asking about prices, and if these were being offered to anyone, or if he was still trying them out. He told me that he would do them on me, and told me how much they cost. I realized that I didn't have that much money, and although I was disappointed, I knew I'd save the money in a couple months. A couple days later, while cleaning my room, I found my book-safe and realized that I'd stashed a couple hundred dollars in there a couple of months ago. I made plans to get the first two microdermals done a week later.
I did my research, and the first thing I realized was that all of my bras came up way too high. I realized that the center part would rub in the exact area where I planned on getting the microdermals. A trip to the mall solved that problem, and I went ahead with my plans. When the day came for me to get them done, I arranged to get picked up from work and go right to the studio from there. We got to the studio, and I went to the counter and told the person there what I wanted. He told me to have a seat because James stepped out, and would be back in a minute. My friend and I waited a few minutes, and James returned. He got set up, and told me when I was done to come downstairs. Up until this point, I wasn't nervous at all. As soon as I started going downstairs, I was terrified. The first thing we did was placement. I explained to him that I eventually wanted to have a row of ten going to my throat, but I wanted to start with a couple to see how they heal, before I commit to more of them, in areas that are visible at all times. When he started on the placement, we realized that having them in the dead center of my cleavage would not work out, as they would not lead directly to the center of my throat. James took a piece of string, and extended it from the center of my face down my chest, and found the right place, except that the place was dramatically closer to my left breast than my right one. I approved the placement anyway, because when they're all done it'll look right, and he began the procedure. He had me lay on my back and pull my shirt down as far as I could. From this point on, I have no idea what happened piercing-wise. I felt a poke, a pull and then he started putting a lot of pressure on my sternum. That was terribly painful. He was having a very hard time getting the skin to stretch enough to get the jewelry in. After sending his apprentice to get any pair of clamps he could, he began pushing the first anchor in. he finally got it in, and put the second one in. At this point, I was completely spaced out, and I don't know how long he actually spent getting them in. All I know is eventually, they were in, and he went to put the discs on. Once again, he had problems with his tools, and he finally ended up giving up, and tightened them by hand. He told me that they would be okay without being ridiculously tight, and told me to come back in a week to have them tightened. He told me to stand up. When I did, I realized how dizzy I was. I sat back down, and he handed me a glucose tablet. I chewed it, and it was the worst thing I've ever tasted. It did help though. I got my aftercare, and went on my way. The next morning was time for my first shower with them in. It went surprisingly well, until I was rinsing off, and I looked down, only to see that the disc had fallen off of the bottom one. I plugged the drain and found it. Without thinking, I just jumped out of the shower and screwed it back on without even rinsing it off. I went in to the shop as soon as they opened, and told James what had happened. He tightened the disc, and told me I'd be fine. That night, the area around the microdermals started itching pretty intensely. I ignored it, cleaned them, and went to bed. In the morning, I woke up, and it felt like there were thousands of bugs crawling on my chest. It was itching, bumpy and oozing. I got some Benadryl, and went to work. I felt terrible, and ended up leaving work early, heartbroken and realizing that I would have to have them taken out. I went back to Art & Soul, and James took a look at them. He didn't know what was causing the reaction I was having, but we figured it had to be one of my many allergies. Because I am allergic to most chemicals, he told me to put my prescription antihistamine cream on the area around it. Instead of using an inverted cup of sea-salt solution to clean them, he told me to take cotton balls, and dip them in the solution and then apply pressure to the microdermals, in an attempt to draw whatever was causing the reaction out of the wound. I did as I was told, and in a couple days, the reaction cleared up, and there was no rash around them. Since then, I haven't had any other problems, and they're healing wonderfully. I can't wait until I can get the rest of them done!
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 12 Sept. 2007
in Pocketing and Stapling