I'm sick.
I hate being sick.
I'm a whiny little bitch.
I'm sick.
I hate being sick.
I pierced this beautiful little girl yesterday.
I mean this in a completely clinical, non-sexual way, geniuses, relax.
She was sixteen, very well-spoken, delightfully polite. In a nutshell; nothing like the annoying kids I'm used to dealing with.
Anyhow, she was with her mother and grandmother and had decided to get her navel pierced, as it was her sixteenth birthday.
We spent quiet a few minutes picking out the right piece of jewelry and then I went into my typical spiel on possible after-effects and care management.
After this, I brought her back in to my room and proceeded with the piercing.
As I walked her back out to the main room, she mentioned that she was feeling dizzy. Not a huge surprise, she weighed in at about 90 pounds, tops, and had remained utterly silent throughout the entire procedure, whick lead me to believe she was holding her breath [even though I told her repeatedly to take deep breaths] which contributes to hyper-ventilation.
I promptly sat her down in one of our chairs, made sure she was coherent and after a few minutes made my way back to her mother.
Her mother and I were discussing after-care procedures, when out of the corner of my eye I saw the daughter go limp.
Me, being the ever-professional person that I am, cursed, "Fuck!" and leapt past the mother to catch the daughter.
Too late.
She had gone rigid, passed out, faliing sideways off of the chair.
Her head hit the ground with such force that it rebounded a good six inches back up off of the floor.
Her mother cradled her while I popped some smelling salts and one of the tattooists brought over rubbing alcohol to cool her down.
Now, a client passing out from either a piercing or a tattoo isn't that uncommon of an ocurrance, but this one stuck with me all day and followed me to sleep last night.
For one reason, the violence with which her head hit the ground was disturbing and I felt partially responsible for not reacting quick enough.
The other reason it stayed with me so much was when I popped the smelling salts. I was trying to gauge the reactions in her pupils and when I waved the salts under her nose, she began to ball, I mean really sob, like a little girl -- her eyes were SO wide -- but then, as the salts took effect, she focused on me and gave a weak, lost smile, asking "What happened?"
She didn't even know she had cried.
It was simply an odd response from the blow to the head and the loss of conciousness.
It was the crying response that unnerved me so much, I believe.
It actually made me a tad sick to my stomach.
Also, the sound of impact reverberated in my head for a few hours after that.
Her mother called me later and told me she was fine, though.
No concussion.
Thanks up there, I appreciate that.
A good ending to an altogether interesting day.
-Scotty
I hate being sick.
I'm a whiny little bitch.
I'm sick.
I hate being sick.
I pierced this beautiful little girl yesterday.
I mean this in a completely clinical, non-sexual way, geniuses, relax.
She was sixteen, very well-spoken, delightfully polite. In a nutshell; nothing like the annoying kids I'm used to dealing with.
Anyhow, she was with her mother and grandmother and had decided to get her navel pierced, as it was her sixteenth birthday.
We spent quiet a few minutes picking out the right piece of jewelry and then I went into my typical spiel on possible after-effects and care management.
After this, I brought her back in to my room and proceeded with the piercing.
As I walked her back out to the main room, she mentioned that she was feeling dizzy. Not a huge surprise, she weighed in at about 90 pounds, tops, and had remained utterly silent throughout the entire procedure, whick lead me to believe she was holding her breath [even though I told her repeatedly to take deep breaths] which contributes to hyper-ventilation.
I promptly sat her down in one of our chairs, made sure she was coherent and after a few minutes made my way back to her mother.
Her mother and I were discussing after-care procedures, when out of the corner of my eye I saw the daughter go limp.
Me, being the ever-professional person that I am, cursed, "Fuck!" and leapt past the mother to catch the daughter.
Too late.
She had gone rigid, passed out, faliing sideways off of the chair.
Her head hit the ground with such force that it rebounded a good six inches back up off of the floor.
Her mother cradled her while I popped some smelling salts and one of the tattooists brought over rubbing alcohol to cool her down.
Now, a client passing out from either a piercing or a tattoo isn't that uncommon of an ocurrance, but this one stuck with me all day and followed me to sleep last night.
For one reason, the violence with which her head hit the ground was disturbing and I felt partially responsible for not reacting quick enough.
The other reason it stayed with me so much was when I popped the smelling salts. I was trying to gauge the reactions in her pupils and when I waved the salts under her nose, she began to ball, I mean really sob, like a little girl -- her eyes were SO wide -- but then, as the salts took effect, she focused on me and gave a weak, lost smile, asking "What happened?"
She didn't even know she had cried.
It was simply an odd response from the blow to the head and the loss of conciousness.
It was the crying response that unnerved me so much, I believe.
It actually made me a tad sick to my stomach.
Also, the sound of impact reverberated in my head for a few hours after that.
Her mother called me later and told me she was fine, though.
No concussion.
Thanks up there, I appreciate that.
A good ending to an altogether interesting day.
-Scotty
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where the fuck are you? Are you feeling any better?
-E