For my birthday I decided to get my flats punched, unfortunately I only did my right. I ended up freaking out a little more than I expected to and I bled just a little bit more than Jeremy thought I would have. I regret that I didn't do both, because now I'm just disappointed in myself, especially since it wasn't half as bad as I thought it would be. Oh well, it gives me time to train myself to sleep on my back.
BEFORE:
AFTER:
Like I said, I bled a bit. Jeremy said normally only a little trickle of blood will come out as long as the punch is in and there's pressure being applied to it, not me! I started to gush immediately, bleeding all over the floor, table, and of course, Jeremy's khaki shorts
I haven't bled since though, and the pain and swelling haven't been as bad as he told me it would be.
The best part about the whole deal was eating the flesh that was removed. It was the part of the experience I was most looking forward to, I'm all about a little auto-cannibalism. I took a photo (well, Trenten took the photo) of it before I threw it down the hatch, but unfortunately it came out unfocused and dark. I guess I'll just have to get a better picture when I get my left ear done in June.
If you ever, for some reason, get a chance to examine a through-and-through section of your flesh, let me know what it looks like. It was the oddest thing I've ever seen. There was the skin on either side, like two pieces of bread, then there was a dark red layer that reminded me of toro sashimi, next came a thin, white layer that I can only assume was cartilage, followed by more toro. Somewhere in there was a layer of yellow, blobby beads of fat, either before or after the second layer of sashimi, I can't remember.
If you're wondering about the taste, there wasn't much of one. The blood made it salty and copper tasting, but that was about it. The texture was similar to a rubber band and gristle. Next punch I think I'm going to chew slower and get a better idea of what it's like to eat ones self instead of rushing through it fearing unpleasantness.
I went back to see Jeremy yesterday because my ear had been oozing quite a bit (read: mass quantities) of grossness. Turns out that instead of moving along with the jewelry when my ear continued to swell, the o-ring stayed where it was put and consequently had slipped under the wound edge (and into the hole) and Jeremy had to dig it out with some forceps. It was highly uncomfortable.
It's all worth it.
I almost forgot to say thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday last week, so thanks!
BEFORE:
AFTER:
Like I said, I bled a bit. Jeremy said normally only a little trickle of blood will come out as long as the punch is in and there's pressure being applied to it, not me! I started to gush immediately, bleeding all over the floor, table, and of course, Jeremy's khaki shorts
I haven't bled since though, and the pain and swelling haven't been as bad as he told me it would be.
The best part about the whole deal was eating the flesh that was removed. It was the part of the experience I was most looking forward to, I'm all about a little auto-cannibalism. I took a photo (well, Trenten took the photo) of it before I threw it down the hatch, but unfortunately it came out unfocused and dark. I guess I'll just have to get a better picture when I get my left ear done in June.
If you ever, for some reason, get a chance to examine a through-and-through section of your flesh, let me know what it looks like. It was the oddest thing I've ever seen. There was the skin on either side, like two pieces of bread, then there was a dark red layer that reminded me of toro sashimi, next came a thin, white layer that I can only assume was cartilage, followed by more toro. Somewhere in there was a layer of yellow, blobby beads of fat, either before or after the second layer of sashimi, I can't remember.
If you're wondering about the taste, there wasn't much of one. The blood made it salty and copper tasting, but that was about it. The texture was similar to a rubber band and gristle. Next punch I think I'm going to chew slower and get a better idea of what it's like to eat ones self instead of rushing through it fearing unpleasantness.
I went back to see Jeremy yesterday because my ear had been oozing quite a bit (read: mass quantities) of grossness. Turns out that instead of moving along with the jewelry when my ear continued to swell, the o-ring stayed where it was put and consequently had slipped under the wound edge (and into the hole) and Jeremy had to dig it out with some forceps. It was highly uncomfortable.
It's all worth it.
I almost forgot to say thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday last week, so thanks!
andrewkryptonite:
wow... you are a much braver person then I am. That is all I can say.