For the Blog

This week we got very bold with the bucket list challenge. I wanted to do something a little more permanent than I had been wanting to do for a while. I keep painting or making food, and while it has been fun, it only is a temporary bucket list item. So, this week I went full send and got a piercing. 

Now I could have simply gotten a singular second piercing or changed my nose ring but I wanted to go big, so I got an industrial bar. For those of you that do not know what that is, or cannot tell from the picture, it is a very thick bar connected by two holes in the cartilage. The reason the bar is so thick is to ensure that it does not constantly move in the ear.

Now let me tell you, that thing hurt. For those faint of heart, you may want to quit reading because I am about to inform you exactly what happened.

So I texted my friend during class and told her that I wanted to go get the piercing #fortheblog and she promptly drove over to the shop to come with me. I filled out all of my information and was met by a guy with more piercings and tattoos than I had ever seen on a single person. Seriously, I think he broke some world records. He explained the process to me, prepped my ear and his equipment and began asking me a series of questions, "How high is your pain tolerance?" "Which ear do you sleep on?" "Have you ever had a piercing in this much cartilage?"

At this point, I was getting nervous about what I had gotten myself into. The guy had literal body modifications done and was telling me the piercing was going to hurt a bunch; not the best thing to hear when a needle is coming at you. I showed him my big arm tattoo and said it couldn't possibly hurt more than that three-hour piece. I was so wrong. The guy told me to take a deep breath and when I exhaled he put the needle through my ear.

Now, let me tell you. I have many piercings and tattoos, and I like to think I have a pretty high pain tolerance when it comes to that stuff. This needle was not thin, it felt like someone was gaging my ear all at once rather than over time, and I will never be able to get the literal sound of cartilage ripping out of my head for the rest of my days, and that was only the first hole. He finished the slow process of the top part of the piercing and told me we were going to do it all over again for the second. In my head I was screaming "Nope, not happening, I will just have a weird singular hole in the top of my ear and it will be ugly and I will love it." However, I knew I would not, in fact, love it and I was not going to look like a baby in front of the world record holder of body modification.

So, on to the second hole we went and it was no less painful. I walked out with an incredibly swollen and bloody ear but pride that I only wanted to cry three times during the process.

So, as I sit here for the next SIX MONTHS with frozen peas on my ear and write about how painful my random and impulsive Thursday adventure was, just remember I did it all for y'all. Had to keep the blog interesting right? We learned this week to never get an industrial bar piercing, and that impulsivity is not always fun. However, I will wear my new jewelry with pride and keep adventuring. Until next time (also sorry you're finding this out via the blog Mom and Dad…oops) keep doing the things you love and continue to challenge yourself in any way you can!