Dream Fulfilled x2

I have wanted my nose pierced for 6777777779 (excuse me, my cat rudely walked right over the keyboard) I have wanted my nose pierced for around 5 years. The reasons I've not done it ranged from

•i am a teacher, teachers can't pierce their noses, right? •people might not like it • I am a chicken•my husband said it would make my nose look big• I was worried what people might think of it

On my way to an appointment on Thursday, I decided- as I drove- that I was going to do it. I was going to get it done that day. It was a "reward" of sorts. For believing in myself, for allowing myself to not worry about what others thought, to quell negative thinking and to just do something I've wanted to. (insert some jibberish about internal vs. external locus of control here) Arriving early!! at my appointment*, I called and made the appointment. In 4 hours? I would have it done .

...4 hours later...

I am sitting in the back room of a salon, watching the lady disinfect pretty much everything 4-78 times. I've never seen so much disinfecting done in my life.

I'll admit- the sight of the BIG needle gave me a bit of a shock. Not to mention when she handed me a tissue to, "Catch the tears that will come." perfect. awesome. She proceeded to stab the life out of me with a needle, do some twisting, turning, banging and such, and BOOM! I had my piercing.

I floated on cloud nine all afternoon. I put a pic on twitter, I text my friends the same pic (which btw, made me look mad, and one friend sent me a text back asking why I was mad at him. There goes my "cool into the sun" look.) I showed my boys, who were unimpressed. My husband thought it was adorable.

Then I woke up at 1:43 a.m.. I felt the funny post in my nose, much more uncomfortable than earlier. I reached up and touched my nose. Nothing. Nada. I scraped it a bit. Nothing. Ran into the bathroom and looked- it was gone, it had slid through the hole, and into my nose. I spent 15 minutes trying to figure out what to do with it. Finally, using a jewelers pliers, I was able to get it out. Then? I spent the next 30 minutes trying to get it back in. At 2:35 a.m, I woke up Corey and asked him to help me shove it in. He tried, and proceeded to almost pass out. He was gray and looked near death. It took him 10 minutes to avoid vomiting/passing out. awesome. I decided to leave it until morning and call the salon.

She couldn't get me in until 2 p.m., so I waited...waited...waited patiently. We decided that possibly the cartilage on my left nostril was more thick than on my right.(never one to be normal here) We would pierce my right nostril instead.

Oh. My. Pain. I thought the pain was bad on Thursday? Ha! A mere introduction to the pain I would feel on Friday. Oh, the pain. The pain. She used a smaller needle, I screamed, cried, twitched and tried to act like a lady. (ahem.) The twisting, torture...ouch! But, like childbirth, I forgot the pain soon after okay, that's a lie. I remember it, and at least with childbirth? you have the options of drugs.

I have it though! It is here, resting in my nose, getting used to its new home. I love it, adore it. I don't care if it makes my big nose look bigger. It's mine.

Rather than concentrate on the near death pain experience it was, I believe I will concentrate on the positive. How many people get to fulfill a dream- TWICE!- in two days? once in each nostril no less!