It’s been a little over 2 years since I got my nose pierced. So if you can do the math, I was 38 years old–wh/ is a little older than your average nose piercer…I’ve never once regretted the decision and honestly, I wish I hadn’t waited so long.
Kinda the way I feel about my tattoo…though I will say, I love my tattoo so much because it is THE RIGHT tattoo for me. If I had gotten one in my 20s, it probably would’ve been a fad tattoo and not one that reflected who I am as a person. (I remember wanting a parrot on the outside of my thigh during my Jimmy Buffett days. I mean, really? A parrot?)
Anyway, I tell you all this to lead up to a pretty funny story. Or at least, it’s funny to me.
After my nose piercing, I was told to be careful when using washcloths or towels on my face because the threads can yank out the jewelry. And at the time, that would’ve been very painful because I used the screw and not the bone. (could that sound more sexual?) I much prefer the bone now. (again! so sexual! this is a family blog! *cough*)
I never really encountered any problems with the piercing except that when I was using the screw, I could see it in my nostril when I looked in the rearview mirror and then all I wanted to do was pick it. And seriously, nobody wants to see me picking my nose in the car.
Fast forward to Wednesday morning. I’m in the shower, belting out some Lady GaGa and exfoliating. I use exfoliating gloves religiously–nothing works better in the world. After I wash my hair I don the gloves and work from my face down. I’m always careful not to get too close to the jewelry as I scrub my face. I mean, it’s been two years and I’ve had no problems so far, right?
Well, apparently I haven’t sneezed while exfoliating my face in two years…
So I sneeze. And my hands instinctively go to my nose. And when I pull back, the gloves yank out my nose stud.
First of all, ouch. It wasn’t real painful (if it had been the screw, it would’ve hurt like hell.
Nobody likes a painful screw ) but it definitely stung.
Secondly, I’m blind as a freaking bat. I’m in the shower, with soap on my face, no glasses or contacts, and I hear the tink, tink, tink of my little diamond stud bouncing in the shower.
And down the drain.
It had to have gone down the drain because I haven’t found it yet.
Thankfully I have a couple of spares (I know myself too well. It’s always best to buy two of everything when you’re me) So after my shower I just popped in the micro-stud and carried on.
I’m ordering a new diamond today along with a new belly-button ring. It’s time for a change there, too–thankfully it didn’t take me ripping it out of my navel to realize that.