This post was written by my Thing 2. She is trying her hand at blogging and will be getting her own blog space one day soon. Here is her latest work on something we did this summer. Thanks Thing 2! Enjoy!

I’ve always been good with needles, so how will I be when it’s centimetres from my eyes? When I can’t look away, or take calming breaths with my nose?

Will my eyes water so much that I can’t even see, eyes open or not?

These are just a few of the questions passing through my head as I step into the sketchy, dimly lit tattoo parlour.

The low lighting and quiet buzz of music sent a calming feel through my body, and relaxed me.

My mind was buzzing with questions, and scenarios about what could go wrong. As I looked around the room, I noticed a couple behind the counter.

My mother and I informed them that I was interested in getting my nose pierced. I’d been debating getting it done, and wondering how I’d look for a year and a half.

Now, after looking up videos on YouTube, and researching how to keep it clean, I decided to  do it. I didn’t want to think too hard about it because I knew I would talk myself out of it. I was right. The second I got into the car to drive to the tattoo parlour my mind became a frenzy of questions and thoughts.

 

The people behind the counter were thankfully very honest. They didn’t sugar-coat the procedure, but they also didn’t scare me out of getting it done. They told me it was painful at first, then stops after a minute or two. They were right.

As I sat, feet dangling off the edge of the chair, I listened to Johnny, my piercer. He told what he was going to do before he did it, and was very professional. He answered all my questions and reassured me about the needle being sanitary.

As he did it, I gasped because it hurt more than I expected. It was irritating and my eyes watered immediately. I reached out and my mum’s hand was already there. I held still, and squeezed my mum’s hand tight as he went through the first layer. I thought that was the worst of it but only for a few seconds as  he then poked through the second layer. Now the needle was through.

After he hooked on the nose-ring, he moved back and it was done. I officially had a nose ring.

All the doubt I had had before vanished as soon as he handed me the mirror. It looked amazing and I was so happy I had finally done it. My eyes got teary from relief.

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