Well, when I was around 11 or so my brother got his tongue pierced (It still is!), and I thought it was the coolest thing ever. He offered me to take me to get it pierced, but at that age I was way too scared about it.
Well, this story started when I asked my parents "Can I have a tongue piercing" 2 years ago. Of course they thought it was a joke and my mom said "Sure, I have an ear piercing gun, let's do it when we get home." I didn't ask again until a few months later, when they said no again, and my dad yelled at me. Then I ordered piercing retainers online, and he got even madder, and yelled at me and assured me "You are not getting a tongue piercing, did you understand?". Little did he know, he'd be the one taking me to get it done.
I let it rest until around 4 days before Christmas, when I went out with my dad to buy my nephew's presents. He asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I said a tongue piercing. Surprisingly enough, after I had investigated a lot about it online, printed information, and showed him videos, he said "Sure, as long as you convince your mother." I was shocked, I would have never expected him to say that.
Of course, convincing my mother was a harder task. I kept begging her and she said no. Then 3 days later I told her "Well, I'm going to get my tongue pierced now!" She didn't say anything. If you knew my mother, you would be as excited as I was at that moment. If she doesn't object to something then she is in approval.
So I told my dad and he, as slowly as possible got ready to go. We got my brother and went to Metamorph. My mom refused to go see me get a hole poked in my tongue. We went there, and as I had expected, it was closed.
We then went to a piercing place with a good reputation at the mall, but their piercer was on a vacation!
I was mad, but I decided to let it go until after Christmas.
So Christmas day came and went, I didn't even mention the piercing anymore, then I got a shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth and tongue really well, and told my dad to take me to get pierced.
Again he got ready as slow as possible and said "I don't mind if you don't want it anymore!" Of course I wanted it, I've wanted it for years. So we got on the car and I was just thinking how awesome it would be, what it would feel like to have a needle poked into my tongue, and stuff like that.
I wasn't nervous one second. When we got there and asked for a tongue piercing, the piercer asked my age and then told me to chose he jewelry I wanted to wear. I chose a nice clear set of beads for my barbell, then we chatted a little, and then he went upstairs to get everything sterilized and cleaned the piercing room.
After a few minutes he told me to come over and sit on this dentist-like chair. Then he asked me if I wanted to have my tongue numbed and I said yes, so he sprayed xylocaine on my tongue, which immediately numbed it. I couldn't feel a thing. He then explained what he would do, and that he was a freehand piercer. That's when I got a little nervous. I thought I would move too much and it would come out crooked or something.
Well, then he took out the needle from a jar thing, which scared me because they weren't individually packed, and told me to open my mouth. He marked a spot on my tongue, and pulled it out with a piece of gauze, I was looking at the ceiling the whole time so I didn't know what was going on, I just remember my dad making faces, and a pressure feeling on my tongue. I thought "Jesus, he can't even get the needle through" but then I saw him picking up the jewelry and noticed a big needle hanging from my tongue. He told me to keep my tongue out and then inserted the jewelry, which felt like a pressure relieving sensation. He disposed of the needle right away, which made me feel more comfortable about it.
Needless to say, it didn't hurt at all.
I was thrilled. I finally had my tongue piercing. He gave me a cup of water and told me to swish my mouth and spit it out in the bathroom sink, and when I did I freaked out, because it was completely red. I did it again and it wasn't bleeding anymore, so it was all ok.
We went down and paid him $20 for the piercing, then he gave me instructions on how to clean it, told me not to kiss, smoke or drink for 3 weeks, and that stuff.
He ran out of pamphlets, so he asked us to wait a minute to print one out, but at that time I was about to pass out. I asked my dad "Let's just leave without it." But he refused. I started seeing black spots, so I sat down on the floor by the entrance. I was still very excited and thrilled, but about to pass out.
My dad got the pamphlet, he chatted a little with the piercer and then we left.
I could eat anything I used to eat without any problem right away, I just had to do it very slowly. It didn't get very swollen, just a little and after a week I went back with my dad and bought a new, shorter barbell from Metamorph, but my dad was in a hurry, so the piercer gave me instructions on how to change it myself, so we went home and I changed it. I was relieved, I could finally speak correctly again.
It never even hurt at all, it was all a painless and pleasant experience, I kept doing gargles with listerine and chamomile tea for 2 weeks, and the piercer was very friendly.
Now, 8 months later, I still have it, and I love it. I don't plan on taking it out anytime soon, and am now thinking about a new piercing. I'm thinking my lip, or another tongue piercing!
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 28 Sept. 2008
in Tongue Piercing