A Tale Of Two Piercings.
It's fair to say I was a studious child, however I was troubled by numerical dyslexia.

I guess it must have been in a maths lesson at Primary School, but one day I was holding one of those old early 80's biros [long blue barrel, pointed at the non-business end, with a clear cap to hold in the refill], with the tip resting against the roof of my mouth, whilst trying to work out the answer to a problem.

However, I must have been pressing too hard, because with one short pop, I'd pushed it straight through the soft tissue in the roof of my mouth, and of course, blood ensued. My mother worked at my school and was on hand to see my crouched over the sink gargling for all I was worth in an attempt to stop the bloodflow. Even now, some 30 years later, I can still feel the mark of where the pen went through my palate if I feel with the tip of my tongue.

However, this is by far not the worst experience I've had with my own blood. The second is far more contemporary.

For various personal reasons, I decided a few years ago to have an intimate piercing, namely an Apadravya. Off I went to visit my parents in Dorset, via a burning train at Didcot and a taxi to Reading, before arriving at Bournemouth. I figured Metal Fatigue in Bournemouth would be a great place to get my piercing as it's just down the road from my folks, and the studio owner is one of the best piercers in the country. Also, my mum is a nurse, so should anything go awry I'd have a trained medical professional on-hand.

So - I handed over the cash, got skewered, got the latex glove over my old chap and sent on my way. Arriving back at my parents place later that afternoon I decided it was time to have a bath.
Without exaggeration, the water in the comfortable white plastic corner bath turned a disturbing shade of crimson. I sat there boggling at the amount of my blood in the water, and wondered to myself why I wasn't as shocked as I might be at the prospect.

The next few days were akin to what menstruation must be like for women, however, after about 3, the bleeding stopped, and I've been happy with it ever since. One day I might go for an Ampallang to complete the set, although at least I know what I'm letting myself in for, should I do.
(caescarna Hell's Roomba, Mon 11 Aug 2008, 15:14, Reply)