Another Start to Another Addiction (A Microdermal Story)
Ah, piercings. Who would think a girl like me who complains about paper cuts like her finger was cut off; who is put out of commission if she has a slight headache; who avoids shots like the plague; would be so deeply addicted to piercings. I love the whole experience in all it's glorious pricks of pain, months of healing, and questions from the general public. It's fun, as strange as that sounds.
Since mircodermals were introduced on BME, I had loved the idea of a single point piercing you could get anywhere on your body. The possibilities seemed endless. When I heard how easy they were to heal, it was even better. I'm not exactly the best healer in the world, so this was good news.
It had been a year and a half since my conch piercing, and I finally felt like it had healed up nicely. I was trying to surpass the itch of getting another by buying new plugs and such, but it really wasn't working. So far, all my piercings have been in my ears, and I really wasn't looking for a facial piercing or genital piercing, so a microdermal seemed like a perfect fit. I kept thinking about where I would get one if I ever had the guts, and I decided on my sternum. So I spent a few more months drooling over pretty pictures of shiny additions to other bodies and working up my courage.
Skip forward to two nights ago when I had this long, drawn out dream in which I had a microdermal on my sternum. It was small and beautiful and it just felt right to have as a part of me. When I woke up I immediately called my piercing shop and asked if Paul was in. Luckily he was, so after getting dressed and eating some food, I convinced my boyfriend to take me down to Imperial. Usually I get butterflies in my stomach when I'm going to get a piercing, but I was oddly calm the whole drive down and didn't get truly nervous until I walked in the shop and could smell Lysol.
Paul came to the front and after we chatted a bit, I told him what I wanted to get. He asked the normal questions (what jewelry do you want, have you eaten in the last 4 hours, ect) then had me fill out the little questionnaire that asks if you're pregnant, over 18, sober, and so on. We went on to the back room and he started washing up and getting ready. Using what I assume was alcohol, he cleaned my sternum then had me stand up so he could mark me. After he was satisfied, he had me look in the mirror to make sure it was what I wanted. It looked perfect to me, so he had me lie down on his medical bed and start with the slow, even breaths.
He told me to take a deep breath and on the exhale he pushed (more like screwed) the biopsy punch into my skin. This felt like a sharp pinch similar to any piercing with a needle. After that, I'm not exactly sure what happened. I think he took the foot of the jewelry and pushed it into my skin. This hurt significantly more than the initial punch, but it was still bearable. I know my breathing faltered a bit, but I managed to control it again. He walked away to clean up a bit and I honestly didn't realize it was over until he said I could sit up. I guess I had watched too many youtube videos of inexperienced piercers taking three or four tries to get the foot to stay in place.
When I looked in the mirror I was in love. I bled for a little while but it stopped after a couple minutes. He gave me some sterile gauze incase it started bleeding again and told me the aftercare. Basically, leave it the hell alone. He told me to use Saline solution if there are any crusties or dried blood to deal with but other than that, pretend it isn't there. So I walked out with a smile on my face, paid and tipped handsomely, and went on home after some errands, happy as a clam.
Last night I tried to clean it and it started bleeding again, but it stopped pretty quickly. I decided to put a band-aid over it while I slept, which was a little uncomfortable, but I got used to it. Sleeping was a bit of a hassle. I'm a side sleeper but I tried to sleep on my back since my cleavage is rather ample and I wanted the piercing to be able to breathe. I still ended up waking up on my side, but it seems okay. There was a bit of dried blood around it this morning so I carefully cleaned it and it's fine now.
So far this is the easiest piercing I've had. It doesn't even hurt now and besides me admiring it, I hardly realize it's there. This could very easily turn into an addiction. An expensive addiction to be sure, but definitely an addiction.
I just want to say, Paul is an absolutely amazing piercer. He makes you feel as comfortable as possible and I'm convinced he's the best in Idaho. He's also one of only two APP certified piercers in Idaho. He's basically an awesome guy in general. I highly recommend him for any perforation your heart desires!
Here's a picture. It's not super high quality, but I can't presently find my camera, so I had to use my webcam.
Thanks for reading! If you have any questions for me, go ahead and email. I don't mind at all.
submitted by: o0Rose0o
on: 05 June 2008
in Surface & Unusual Piercing