Snow Days = Piercing Parties!
'C__ High School: Classes Canceled.'
Our house of six kids erupted into a frenzy like no other on the first snow day of the year. With no parents to control us, we went all out. Of course, for me, that meant the perfect chance to do the piercing I had been opting for for quite a while now. My best friend called needing a ride to her boyfriend's house and my oldest stepbrother obliged, and thankfully he took the other ones with him. My younger brother made his way down the snowy steps to his friend's house and my sister was at daycare.
As everyone else filtered out of the house to random places, I began searching around the house for my materials. I pulled out my clamp and stash of sterile needles, found a medium sized 14g circular barbell, and grabbed a handful of Q-tips. (This was by far the least sterile piercing I've performed on myself so far.)
I first checked around the house to make sure everyone else had left and then flipped on the lights in my bedroom. Standing in front of my eight-inch mirror, I carefully swabbed around inside my nose to make sure nothing was left in there. Then, I felt around for my sweet spot. When I found it, I first tried to get the clamp on it, but it only made it more difficult to access the spot. So, tossing the clamp aside, I opened a new needle. With my thumb and index finger on my left hand, I pinched the cartilage at the end of my nose and pulled it out, stretching the tissue on my sweet spot for easier access.
I thought this was going to be super easy, but oh man was I wrong about that one. I gently poked at my septum with the tip of the needle until I couldn't take the pain anymore. Angry at myself for not going through with it, I began yelling obscenities and lecturing my mirrored reflection.
I took a deep breath and, calming myself, decided to give it another go. I soaked a Q-tip in some peroxide and swabbed out both sides of my nose. Note to self: do NOT use peroxide inside your nose. It burns like hell and it smells like crap. I threw away the Q-tip and picked up my needle once more. Laying it horizontally next to my nose, I gently pressed it into the skin. I felt a sharp pain, but I took a deep breath and as I exhaled, I pushed. Hard. I heard a tiny popping noise as it entered the first layer of tissue.
Although this was not my first self-piercing, it was the first I had done in such a small, tedious manor. My fingers were a bit sweaty and I couldn't grip the needle, so I let it go and wiped my hand on my pants. The needle just barely hanging onto my flesh, I took another deep breath and grabbed the needle. I pushed on it as hard as I could, but still only made a microscopic amount of progress. By now, it's been around a half an hour and I'm a very impatient person. So, frustrated, I stomped into the bathroom to take a look at it under better light. The needle wasn't even halfway through yet. Just then, I heard the door open and knew my brothers were home.
The needle still hanging out my nose, I had to make my way back to my bedroom. I pulled my hood up over my head and snuck away from the bathroom. Once back, I knew this was it. Now or never. So I sucked it up and rammed it the rest of the way through and let out a huge sigh of relief. I was impressed, but slightly weirded out by the fact that I had just jammed a needle through the middle of my nose. I turned in different directions admiring the fact that there was a small tunnel of light through my solid flesh. But now, I had to get the barbell in. I removed one of the ends, dipped it in peroxide, and removed the needle. I quickly pushed the barbell into the hole and it sunk in slightly. After much to-do, I managed to get it all the way through except for the last layer of skin over the hole which I cut with the needle (a trick I learned in my adventures with surface piercings) and pushed it the rest of the way through.
I hastily flipped it up after having been called out to shovel snow and prayed to God that it didn't fall out. Well, it didn't and I soon got the ends put back on and it safely hidden from view.
Overall, I'd say my septum is the piercing I'm most proud of. I wear it up most of the time because no one knows about it. I only wear it down for concerts mostly. But considering that everyone told me it's the worst piercing they've ever gotten (pain-wise) I was shocked by how little pain was actually involved. Aftercare was simple. I swabbed it once or twice with peroxide and then forgot about it. It didn't swell or bleed, and I've had no problems what so ever with infection, scar tissue, or migration. If you're thinking about getting this piercing, go for it! You won't be disappointed.
Good luck and happy [insert preferred body mod] ing!
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 30 June 2008
in Nose Piercing