Last Friday night I got it.
It's called a forward triple helix. Or in layman's terms... how-bad-can-it-hurt,really?
I've got some tattoos. I've had my nose pierced and my ears pierced. I figured this would be a breeze.
Ended up not being a breeze so much as a severe thunderstorm with a chance of mighty wind.
One of the girls who used to go to my church is a piercer by trade. When I finally committed to getting this done, I decided to go to her.
I was nervous, but well-informed. I had looked up the chance for infection with this particular site. The aftercare needs. The healing time. I hadn't watched any of the YouTube videos of people getting pierced, though. Didn't want to psyche myself out.
Honestly, the first piercing was a breeze. The second hurt a little bit more. The third was intense enough that my whole body tensed, I said a curse word, and passed gas. That's right. I tooted in pain while bikers got tats.
So much for being cool at the tattoo parlor, huh?
Have I mentioned that sometimes I have gas?
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