Not my septum, like both my baby sibling and co-worker suggested, but rather the right side. My right, not yours.
It’s something that I had wanted for a very long time, and I finally decided that I should just do it, and I can always take it out and allow the hole to close up if I don’t want it anymore.
This was the most painful experience of my life.
I’m done getting piercings. While the piercing guy was quick, fun to talk to, and an all out hottie, it did not take away from my desire to scream and smack him all around the face and neck while he put the needle through my nostril, dragged it all of the rest of the way thru, and then insert the stud, then continue to touch it for cleaning. I flinched something fierce once or twice (or five times) when he was cleaning it, and I opened my eyes and he had a Q-tip near my eye. The three burly cholos who were tattooing/being tattooed were unimpressed by me going ‘this hurts. This really really hurts. Oh. My. God. This hurts. This hurts so bad!’ And then sniffling because I was crying a little but mostly because I had just had an eighteen gauge needle rammed through my nose. So definitely not going to get another piercing anytime soon…and by soon I mean ever. It’s so much worse with the needle over the gun. Hopefully the piercing heals quickly, because right now it has a slight ring of blood around the stud, which is just a simple silver with a small rhinestone.
I have been home for three hours, husband has clearly seen it, but has refused to acknowledge it. Oh he saw it when I walked in, but is simply acting like it’s not happening. To be fair, he has had a tough week; I cut my hair really short, and then dyed it red both of those things he did not like, and then I come home with a hole in my nose.
