The Pain of Beauty (In Rook Form)
The Pain of Beauty
So I have been looking up some ear piercings on the web recently, as I find myself to be bored with my current piercings once again. Just three months ago, I got my nose pierced professionally, and I was ready for change. So ready for change, that on a completely random impulse, I singly pierced my left lobe for a third time several days ago. Not the smartest or safest thing to do.
In addition to my nose and lobe piercing, I have two lobe orbitals, one in each ear, and a helix in my left that I did myself on another impulse (once again, not safe or smart-I had one more self-pierced helix that became infected). Add it together and you get seven holes. Seven seems like that should be more than plenty to some, but not for me.
After coming across a picture of a person with a rook piercing, my mind was set. I was going to get that piercing no matter what. It was stunning, almost breathtaking. I had never seen anything like it before.
So after a week or so of pounding my mom as to when I could get my ear pierced once again, she gave in. Not bad, right?
On Saturday, we drove to the piercing shop. I had my birth certificate, my ID, and my mom. Suddenly, I began panicking. I looked over to the counter where I would have a needle forced through my ear, and my heart started pumping like nothing else. I should have been completely calm: I had gotten my nose pierced here a few months ago, and it turned out brilliantly. The piercer would even be the same person! I had watched videos of the piercing process on YouTube (mostly to disgust my friends over my shoulder), so I knew what was going to happen and how. After my best friend shuffled me to the counter, I choked out that I would like to get a piercing.
A guy behind the counter whipped out some forms and asked what I would like to get pierced. I stated that I would like a rook piercing, which he wrote down. I nervously asked if it would hurt. He looked up at me, gave me these serious eyes, and told me that it's the worst pain I'll ever experience. I gasped and my eyes grew wide before I realized that he was kidding. "No it's not!" I shouted, sounding pretty sure of myself. He laughed, and told me that it's not that bad. I explained that I have heard stories of people who say it's a breeze, and stories of some who have passed out. He assured me that people pass out because they think it's going to hurt, not because it actually does. The guy also told me that women generally have a higher pain tolerance than men. Most men, he said, are usually screaming and crying after they get a piercing.
So I felt reassured and took the seat behind the counter. The girl who was to pierce my rook sterilized the needle and cleaned the area around my ear. Then, she took some sort of clamp to pull out the area that was going to be pierced. She told me to inhale deeply, and then she stuck the needle in my ear.
Oh, man. My hands clenched so tight that my short fingernails cut into my palms. My feet started sweating quite badly as she told me to exhale, and then pushed the rest of the needle through the bottom of my rook. The entire left side of my face was heated and throbbing. It was the worst pain out of mynow 8piercings. She struggled in trying to put the jewelry in my ear as I struggled in trying to turn away from her. It was more of a reflex than anything else. After calming myself down, she slipped it in and twisted the balls onto it. My best friend asked me if it hurt after I stepped away, and I told her it was the worst pain I had ever experienced. Well, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was pretty bad. My mother reappeared (she was hiding behind racks of clothes due to her fear of needles), I grabbed a bottle of H2Ocean, she paid, and we were out the door.
My ear throbbed quite painfully throughout the rest of the day, but I could not stop looking in mirrors and windows to see my reflection. My rook piercing was gorgeous! I could not get over how stunning it looked. I was so proud of it, and it was worth every ounce of pain.
Now to the next day: I felt a trickling in my ear, then held my finger to it. I pulled it away to discover that it was covered in blood. I darted to the bathroom, and, sure enough, my rook was oozing the red stuff from the bottom of the piercing. It took several minutes, several Q-tips and cotton balls, and several sprays of H2Ocean before it was cleaned up. Luckily enough, it had discontinued bleeding. I did notice, however, that in the midst of the blood were little red "globs" where the blood had tried to clot.
This has happened several more times in the past two days, today being Monday. My ear is not infected, and I know this. I clean it regularly and the hole shows no signs of pus, swelling, or other symptoms of infection. However, the bleeding was so terrible last night that I woke up in the middle of the night to find my ear was completely filled with blood. My pillow and sheet were also stained with a spot each, about the size of a thumbprint. I cleaned up my ear and went back to sleep with some difficulty. In the morning I washed my sheet and pillow.
It's the end of the day, and so far, no more random bleeding. The bleeding didn't begin by the earring being touched or bothered, as it did not bleed while twisting it or cleaning it. I have yet to find out why it does this.
But, in conclusion, rook piercings are beautiful and quite artsy. You may not go through the pain and bleeding I am going through. I have a defined rook, which accounts for more cartilage to pierce through. If you decide to get your rook pierced, I wish the best of luck to you.
As for me, I now have five piercings on the left side of my face and only three on the right side. That will need to be balanced out in good time, no? But for now, I'm taking care of a rook. I'll have to contain myself until it has completely healed.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 28 Sept. 2008
in Ear Piercing