My desire to have a tragus piercing had been bugging me for quite a while. As with every piercing I have had, I like to think about it for a while, wince and squirm at the thought of the impending pain, then finally, get it done on a whim.
And that's exactly what had happened when I decided to get a tragus piercing.
One day my boyfriend and I were in the city, doing some shopping and getting a bite to eat, generally having a good time. The whole day I was toying with the idea of getting a new piercing, knowing exactly what I had in mind. I wanted to get to a piercing shop then and there, but as I mentioned before, I tend to think about it, rather than do it. We walked past two piercing shops, but nerves got the better of me and I didn't go near either of them.
Fast forward a few hours and we're catching the train home. I looked over at my boyfriend and said with a big, nervous smile on my face, "I wanna get my tragus pierced." I think he gave me a fairly vague response, something along the lines of "Oh yeh." Nice. Since we had long left the city, and I had made my decision, the only other place around was a local tattoo shop, which also houses a piercer. I told him we should go there, and he agreed.
We got off the train, got in the car, and drove less than 5 minutes down the road to the tattoo parlour. I was nervous even at the sight of this place, it definitely aint to gleaming white doctor's office. I heard the buzz of a tattoo gun, and walked up to the reception desk. I asked about getting a piercing, and the receptionist called out for the piercer. He was obviously not busy as he walked into the front room, put his foot up onto a chair and casually asked what I would like. I replied what I wanted, and he looked up the ceiling and said, "Hmmm, traig-ass. What kinda jewellery do ya want?" I replied a steel barbell. He repeated my words with extra emphasis on the 'bell'. "You're lookin' at aboouuuuttt... fifty bucks," He says to me. Alright, well, now or never. He tells me he's just 'going out for a smoke' and he'll be right in.
By now I think the nerves of a piercing had completely dissipated, I was more nervous about the guy who was going to do it. "Don't worry", the receptionist says, "He has thirteen years of piercing under his belt. You'll be fiiiine." I was already there, so I wasn't about to back out.
He comes back in, and directs my boyfriend and I to the back room, which was clean with a cushy dentist's chair in the middle of me room. He washes his hands, puts on a pair of gloves, gets his supplies ready, and changes his gloves once more. Everything was prepared and ready to go. He clamped my ear, I remember everyone saying the clamp is the worst part... but I thought it felt nice, a steady, even pressure.
"Okay, I'm gonna tell you to breathe in, then breathe out. Then I'm gonna do it" he said to me. I replied with a nervous "Nonono!!!" He asked if I would prefer breathing exercises, I said yes. So, breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, needle goes in ah. Breathe out. It didn't pop, but before he pierced me I made sure he wasn't a piercer that just slammed the needle through. He assured me he was a 'glider' and indeed, that's exactly what that needle did. He put the jewellery in, a 10mm stainless steel barbell (because it was 'all they had left'), screwed on the front ball, and cleaned the entry and exit holes with a cotton bud. This went on for a while and stung quite a bit.
If the inappropriate jewellery didn't bother you by this stage, the next part will.
As he was cleaning up, taking off his gloves and wrapping everything up in the paper towel, he was explaining to me the process of aftercare, sea salt soaks and all the rest of it. All good. He grabbed all of the waste and scrunched it up into a ball to throw into the bin. I was shocked to see a needle slide out through everything and barely miss his finger. "Oops," he said, "that's never happened before!" I had a quick 'what the fuck' moment, paid my money, and left.
I admired my new tragus piercing, I loved it, and it looked amazing. Still pretty uneasy about the needle incident though.
Three months later and my tragus piercing is gone. The bar was obviously way too short to accommodate swelling and healing, and developed huge bumps on either side. The back was pretty much swallowing it up. Last week I went to the Piercing Shop in the city for a bar change, there was no way I wanted to go back to the same place. The piercer there told me to leave it out... I reluctantly obliged, but will be going there tomorrow to get my left side done.
The obvious moral of the story is, PICK A DECENT PIERCER. If you feel like something just isn't right, chances are it's true... this guy was a great piercer, but his choice of jewellery was terrible, and his health and safety procedures were definitely nothing to brag about. I assumed thirteen years would have taught you that shit front to back.
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 02 Nov. 2009
in Ear Piercing