A Bridge of Pain
On June 18th, 2004, I went with my mother and with my best friend to go get pierced. I had initially decided on getting a septum, but I changed my mind when we got there and begged my mother to let me get a bridge piercing. I did so because I thought that a septum would be way too painful for me, and that the bridge would only be a small pinch or so. I had been begging her to let me have a septum for months, and she had finally given in, only to have me change my mind last minute.
When we got there, my mother and I had to fill out a few forms and have our identification cards scanned and such. When I changed my mind and asked my mother if I could do the bridge instead of the septum, she simply said, "Whatever you want, Vicki." I was very ecstatic at that moment. Tara, my best friend, was trying to scare me with the "it's going to hurt" tactic. Luckily, I just drowned that out.
When Eddie sat me down, I was a little nervous, but I didn't get too scared. Everything was very sanitary. He used calipers to measure the area to be pierced. He must have made a million marks with the surgical skin marker, only to clean them off and start anew. This went on for about 15 minutes, until the dots and measurements were perfectly symmetrical. He was extremely meticulous. I was pretty calm, especially because he was talking to me about piercings and stuff at the same time that he was measuring, re-measuring, making sure everything's sterilized, etc. Oh no, time for the clamps. I was still only a slight bit nervous, but I knew that in just a moment or so, there would be a needle going straight between my eyes. I tried not to think about it, but that's all there was to think about.
Finally, I saw the needle. It was only 14 gauge, but at the time, it was huge. Just then, I heard him instructing me to inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale...and on that last exhale, I opened my eyes. For some unknown reason, I just opened my eyes. I saw the needle neatly slice a hole into my flesh. The pain was such a shock to me that I just gaped in horror at what I had gotten myself into. I wanted to moan, cry, whimper, anything, but no sound could force its way from my throat. I was as silent as a mouse. My breathing had gone from the soft, slow, soothing inhale/exhale exchange of preparation to breathing like a woman during child bearing. It felt like my flesh had been paralyzed.
For a few minutes, I just sat there, collecting myself, thinking of why in the world I chose the bridge over a septum. Surely I was insane. Finally, the adrenaline rush was not as severe as it had been in the past few moments. I dared to stand; I dared to look into the mirror. To my wonderful surprise, it was perfect. It fit me so well. It was swollen, yes, but it looked so perfect. It was as if that piercing was made for me, and I was made for that piercing. It was the satisfaction of a lifetime.
Eddie instructed me on aftercare and even gave ma a pamphlet about cleaning piercings. My mother was so happy with how perfectly straight, how excellent it was. She gave him a relatively large tip, and he was pretty happy about that.
I will never forget the first time I raised my eyebrows after that. It hurt so bad that I never wanted to make another facial expression again. I did, though, and it hurt again. I hated rubbing my eyes more than anything, because I would always hit "my balls." I hated school for making me wear a retainer, too. I had to switch it everyday. In the mornings, I had to put the retainer in. Before bed, I had to put the barbell back in.
Once, I fell asleep as soon as I got home from school, and I woke up with the retainer somewhere in my bed. After cleaning the retainer, I tried to stick it back in. Oh no, it hurt! It wouldn't go back in, and I hadn't the courage to endure the pain. Two days later, I went back to Renegade Tattoo and had Eddie re-open it. He did so with a taper, and it was worse than getting it pierced in the first place. It was such a slow, almost churning pain. I even saw the fistula come out. It was pretty cool, but gross at the same time.
All in all, it was worth the pain and suffering. No pun intended, but I've become emotionally attached to my bridge. It's actually kind of grown on me. Like I said, no pun intended. This beauty has given me more happiness than any of my boyfriends, because I know that it will be with me, no matter what. This is what makes life good.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 04 May 2007
in Eyebrow Piercing