Took it Like a Chimp
A couple of months ago, my husband and I got in a huge fight. I realized that our marriage was over, and I left. I've been living halfway across the state ever since, with only a couple of trips back to the area.
The first trip back is the important one for this story. Two friends drove over and met my brother and I at the house, and helped load all my stuff into a Uhaul. It went a lot faster than we had expected, and our next move was to stop into town for dinner.
After dinner we stopped by the tattoo shop. I wanted to talk to Andrea, my tattoo artist, and my friend needed one of her CBRs tightened a little so the ball would stop falling out. My brother and I hung out in the lobby, where I've spent a lot of free time in the last year and a half. They've had it redone since I was there last, and I can't wait to see it.
When she came back out front, Joe settled down at his computer to watch a video of a tree blowing up. I had been debating getting something pierced, and admitted such to my friend when she came back up front. I wasn't sure what I wanted to get, though. My friend suggested my nipples, knowing that I had wanted to get them done for a while, at which point my brother declared TMI and went to sit back down.
I've told Joe long since that he is the only person I'll let pierce me. So far he's done my helix, my rook, and my septum, as well as stretching both lobes. He also pierced my daith, but I unfortunately had to take it out. I hope to have it redone in the future, however. My friend has also said that she'll only let him pierce her, as the piercings that he has done have healed much better than the ones she got elsewhere. That's saying something since she lives in Houston - it's a 3 hour drive each way to see Joe for her.
I decided that this was the perfect time to get my nipples pierced, with no obvious guy in my future and nobody to mess with them. I decided to flip a coin, and after digging out a penny and flipping it three times, my friend pointed out that this was stupid. If I was willing to flip a coin that many times, I obviously wanted to get it done.
I asked Joe if he felt like shoving a piece of metal through me, and without even looking up he said "That's what I do." He opened his hand and without a word I fished out my ID and gave it to him. After doing the paperwork we headed back and he pulled the curtain.
I put my shirt down on the table as he suggested to keep it from being quite so cold, and then sat on the table so that he could mark the piercings with his toothpick and ink. I had to laugh watching the way he crouched down, trying to see them level. Before too long he had me lying down and had pulled out the clamps.
The first one was the left - he pulled the tray around, put on the clamp, had me take a deep breath and blow it out, and the needle went through. It wasn't nearly as bad as I had expected - my daith was much worse. Joe pulled the tray back around to the other side, fiddled with the clamps a little more this time, and then did the same thing to the other side. This one hurt worse, though not terribly so. He apologized and said the second one is always worse.
As soon as the ball was screwed onto the second curved barbell, I was done. We headed out to buy a bra and change of clothes (I hadn't had much to pack when heading down) and something to wash it with.
When we walked out front, my friend asked how it went. I said fine, and Joe said that I took it like a champ. Unfortunately, my brother thought he said that I took it like a chimp. Ooot oot.
The last month has been great (knock on wood). I've had a little bit of lymphing but that's it. No bleeding and only mild soreness. I'm hoping not to have too much trouble with them.
If you're ever in San Marcos, Texas and want a piece of metal driven through you, head to Classic Tattoo on N. LBJ. Joe is awesome. All of the tattoo artists are awesome too, and I won't get tattooed anyplace else. You really can't go wrong getting work done at Classic.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 10 Nov. 2009
in Nipple Piercing