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Way too early this morning, I slowly crept awake with the realization that something was wrong. I didn't know what, but my Spidey senses were tingling. Then my nose stud fell out of my head and onto my hand.
Blearily, I staggered into the bathroom to disinfect everything and poke the stud back in. So I covered everything with antibacterial soap and begin poking the stud at the hole in my nose. But it wouldn't go in. The inside of my nose was swollen, and apparently has been all along. I'd assumed the thick inside wall of my nostril wasn't a swelling, but just a bizarre tactile artefact of my fingers not understanding what the stud felt like. Weird, I know, but there you go. But with the stud absent, the knob is obvious.
I tried several times to get the stud in, and it just wouldn't go, so I called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
f00dave. He got up and thought he was still dreaming. I suppose it was rather surreal. I was standing there covered in suds, with bubbles blowing out of my nose when I exhaled. When he woke up enough to figure out what was going on, he washed off and tried to put the stud back in.
But, for whatever reason, it wasn't going. He went and got the needlenosed pliers so he could get a better angle on things.
The swollen inside of my nose was very unhappy, and this whole process was hurting. It wasn't hurting like a broken leg, or even like the initial piercing itself, but it was hurting a lot. My imagination started to kick in. I thought that maybe the skin had grown over on the inside of my nose, and the only way to get the stud back in was for it to burst through the membrane.
That's when I started to faint. "I'm blacking out!" I said.
My vision closed down to a mere pinpoint. My ears were filled with a rushing sound. My legs buckled beneath me, and f00 helped me collapse onto the toilet, rather than the bathroom floor. "Look at me. Look at me," he said.
My eyes were squeezed shut. "I can't!"
"Just open your eyes," he said. "I need to look at your pupils."
They apparently looked fine, but I did not. "You're getting paler by the second."
And that wasn't all. When I opened my eyes, my vision was positively filled with migraine dots. At the centre of the mess was a glowing ring, much like the one in The Ring, only phosphorescent blue in colour. I could do nothing but stare at it.
"Can you get me a pony tail thing? I think I might puke."
I put my hair back, breathed deeply, and the nausea began to back off, but my head still ached and my stomach felt like it contained a few heavy rocks.
"Get up," said f00. "I need more light to put that back in."
So I got up, and after much painful poking and prodding, the stud was put back in place. We both staggerwalked back to bed and fell back to sleep.
My nose feels much happier now. The blackouts are gone, too. Those annoy the bejeezus out of me. I get them when I am injured in the lamest ways. I go into shock over the most pathetic things, like while I'm picking gravel out of a skinned hand or when I'm getting a nose ring put back in. But the time I got my ribs cracked with a whallop of a punch, I didn't black out. What's with that?
Blearily, I staggered into the bathroom to disinfect everything and poke the stud back in. So I covered everything with antibacterial soap and begin poking the stud at the hole in my nose. But it wouldn't go in. The inside of my nose was swollen, and apparently has been all along. I'd assumed the thick inside wall of my nostril wasn't a swelling, but just a bizarre tactile artefact of my fingers not understanding what the stud felt like. Weird, I know, but there you go. But with the stud absent, the knob is obvious.
I tried several times to get the stud in, and it just wouldn't go, so I called
f00dave. He got up and thought he was still dreaming. I suppose it was rather surreal. I was standing there covered in suds, with bubbles blowing out of my nose when I exhaled. When he woke up enough to figure out what was going on, he washed off and tried to put the stud back in.But, for whatever reason, it wasn't going. He went and got the needlenosed pliers so he could get a better angle on things.
The swollen inside of my nose was very unhappy, and this whole process was hurting. It wasn't hurting like a broken leg, or even like the initial piercing itself, but it was hurting a lot. My imagination started to kick in. I thought that maybe the skin had grown over on the inside of my nose, and the only way to get the stud back in was for it to burst through the membrane.
That's when I started to faint. "I'm blacking out!" I said.
My vision closed down to a mere pinpoint. My ears were filled with a rushing sound. My legs buckled beneath me, and f00 helped me collapse onto the toilet, rather than the bathroom floor. "Look at me. Look at me," he said.
My eyes were squeezed shut. "I can't!"
"Just open your eyes," he said. "I need to look at your pupils."
They apparently looked fine, but I did not. "You're getting paler by the second."
And that wasn't all. When I opened my eyes, my vision was positively filled with migraine dots. At the centre of the mess was a glowing ring, much like the one in The Ring, only phosphorescent blue in colour. I could do nothing but stare at it.
"Can you get me a pony tail thing? I think I might puke."
I put my hair back, breathed deeply, and the nausea began to back off, but my head still ached and my stomach felt like it contained a few heavy rocks.
"Get up," said f00. "I need more light to put that back in."
So I got up, and after much painful poking and prodding, the stud was put back in place. We both staggerwalked back to bed and fell back to sleep.
My nose feels much happier now. The blackouts are gone, too. Those annoy the bejeezus out of me. I get them when I am injured in the lamest ways. I go into shock over the most pathetic things, like while I'm picking gravel out of a skinned hand or when I'm getting a nose ring put back in. But the time I got my ribs cracked with a whallop of a punch, I didn't black out. What's with that?
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Date: 2006-01-30 06:06 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 06:10 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2006-01-30 07:11 pm (UTC)From:it's worth. You are obviously not HARDCORE
INDUSTRIAL enough for a nose piercing! ;)
When I had my first ear piercing around age
18, my stud fell out, and I had to put it
back in. The hole isn't exactly straight, so
it took a lot of work, and by the time I got
the thing in, I was pale, clammy, and had
falling snowstars in my vision. Sounds simi-
lar!
Maybe you just forget to breathe when you are
concentrating so hard on a task like that?
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Date: 2006-01-30 07:48 pm (UTC)From:Damnit, but I can't be a rivethead without all the rivets.
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Date: 2006-01-30 08:31 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-01-30 11:49 pm (UTC)From:I was just relieved to find out it has a name -- I thought that I was the only one who had it, until I found a girl wandering the local Ren Fest, completely blind and completely lucid. Her episode lasted for about 10 minutes, maybe longer...I found her group and packed them all off to First Aid. I have no clue what triggered the episode for her.
Anyway, I hate it. I would almost prefer to faint quickly than to be blind and try to act normal...it would be less stressful. I hope you have no more Blind Shan incidents, and that your nose stays happy.
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Date: 2006-01-31 03:30 pm (UTC)From:nose Ring
Date: 2006-02-02 01:08 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)Good luck.
Bruce Dearborn Walker
Re: nose Ring
Date: 2006-02-02 02:28 pm (UTC)From:I think a ring would look cooler, too. ;-)