Even though we didn't know each other, we shared a terrifying few moments together and I don't think she'll ever forget it. I'm the kind of person that can't stand the sight of blood or seeing any type of injury on myself or others. I'll go into mini shock with sweating, dizziness, nausea and, at times, will pass out.
I went to a salon to have my nose pierced. I assumed it would be as fast and painless as getting ears pierced. To my relief, she used a gun. However, the stud the gun shot into my nose wasn't the stud I wanted put in. So she removed the first one and tried to put in the stainless steel stud I wanted. It wouldn't go in. God bless her....she kept working it though, determined to get that stud in. I was turned away from the mirror to purposely avoid seeing any blood. None of it actually hurt much. The gun does initially, but not like I thought it would. So she's trying to get the stud in and is trying everything she can, but it still won't go in.
I started to feel sick simply because it was taking too long and I became focused on the feeling of the stud going in and out of my nose and the blood I could feel running down my upper lip soaking into a napkin I held there. That's all I needed. She must have noticed it on my face because she stopped, held up her latex gloved hands and asked if I was ok. On the finger tips of her right hand was blood.
Lord have mercy! Don't let me see the blood!
The next thing I knew she was patting my cheeks going "Hey...hey are you alright? OMG!"
I past out....with my eyes wide open. It freaked her and her poor mother out. Didn't freak me out. I'm used to it, but they had no idea what was happening. I was only out for a few seconds, but it was enough to scare them for the rest of their lives. The poor girl was shaking. Her mother brought me water and kept asking if I was ok. I tried to explain to them it was nothing, my reaction is actually hereditary and I was fine. She got a new pair of gloves on, apologized and said "I know you want that stud, but it's not going in. I'm gonna put a smaller post stud in." I agreed to it, cause frankly I just wanted it to be over and go home.
She got the other in and clipped it inside my nostril and the poor girl shook the whole time. After I cleaned my face I thanked her, apologized several times to them both and gave her a $20.00 tip for her scare and trouble. I'm so glad there was no others in the salon at that time. Even as I talked to her briefly in the gas station I found myself apologizing again. She waved it off and said "Don't worry about it. It was a good lesson for me so if it happens again I'll be better prepared."
Nose rings aren't worth it.
