Flashback Friday

There is no excuse for my continued blog absenteeism...except for writers block and the fact that I have done nothing exciting or remotely noteworthy except watch my Netflix Instant Queue and shovel 10+ inches of snow 1-2 times per week. 

It is officially that point in the winter where the snow is no longer fun, pretty, or wanted.  While the days are getting longer, the temperatures seem to be dropping.  Basically it is hibernation season.

So in an effort to force myself to write, blog, and communicate electronically with the world I present:



Every week I'll share a story about something that happened back in the day. 

Now, without further ado...

When I was in college I was an RA (Residential Advisor) which is how I met my then best friend J.  I think it was 2004 and we were still living in the dorm and one weekend we were feeling particularly restless.  To ease the restlessness, it seemed like a good idea to dye my hair jet black (in retrospect it was not the best idea because even though it said it would wash out in 28 shampoos it did not and I was cursed with the half colored, half not look for the entire time it took to grow out.)

That weekend we also impulsively visited a tattoo/piercing shop.  Reluctant to permanently scar my body (although I was super close to getting a tattoo when I was in Europe) I opted for the trendy upper ear cartilage piercing.  J got her belly button re-pierced.

The woman who pierced me used a needle and it was quite a painful experience.  (Maybe I have a low pain tolerance because when I got my ears pierced when I was 7 I almost passed out.)  I could feel the needle push through and pop the cartilage then push the rest of the way through.  My ear was on fire and she still had to twist the ring through.  Afterwards, I had to sit and have a lollipop because I was afraid I was going to pass out. 

The piercing never really healed and 6-7 years later it still bothers me.  I have talked many times about taking it out and my dad even offered to pry it out of my ear for me which I declined due to the fact that I like to be in control of my pain level. 

But tonight was the night. 

The tools I used: 

Did you think I was kidding?  Yes, I used actual tools from the toolbox but I am now officially upper-earring free.  I have a bit of a bump/scar thing which I am hoping will go away as the hole heals but we'll have to wait and see.

Next time I get restless I think I'll go for a walk.