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So it's been so long since I could blog I've gotten out of practice and forgot to write for THREE days. Damn. Ok, but I'm back on track, it's under control. And I have something to say too.
This is another nose story. Sorta. We had our last four-pitch game of the season two days ago and after each game we BBQ at our manager's house. Well, given that I haven't drank really since I got home, I was feeling pretty up for it. And boy can these guys drink so it promised to be a night of nights. And was. Cranium was excellent, and I learned that even drunk I am rockin smart :). But playing Kings was a bad, bad idea. Wow, let the wobbly pops roll.
Suddenly I am randomly wrestling over something, God knows what. And there may have been some singing of New Order tunes...oh my! And definitely randomly "deep" conversations. And you know that, "I'm drunk so I'm a little too flirtatious"-feeling....ya. Well, luckily for me one of the girls there was like "I'm leaving" and somehow I decided I was too cuz it could have been a rather silly night. Unfortunately this boy I was sorta paying too much attention to was also walking with us and I have to thank Big J because I'm sure that if she hadn't kept walking I'd have been making out with said boy. Which probably would not have been a great idea.
Although my guilt over doing nothing is sorta weird, I know.
Anyway, the nose comes in early in the night when I was only a little wobbly and knocked it out with my hand. I spent about an hour trying to get it back in and finally gave up and left it half in. Being only three days old it would have grown in FAST. So in the morning I tried again, and again, and again...and then gave up and called my piercer. Finally I went by his shop at like 3pm, hoping he'd be there since the self-consciousness of having my stud hanging half our was making me nuts (though my supervisor said it looked punk).
So he looks at it and looks worried and then trys to get it back in, can't. Trys removing it and putting it back in, can't. Spends a few minutes preparing me for pain becauuse he says that we will have to re-punch the exit hole cuz it's grown over whichwill involve putting a bar through my nose. No prob, except they don't make the bars at my stud's gauge so it's gonna hurt....ack! But apparently I'm weird and it didn't hurt at all. And finally, finally, we got the stud back in. Huray!
Unfortunately, the inside of my nose is now so traumatized that I feel like my nose is stuffed up cuz it's swollen....stupid nose. Looks fine out the outside though, so I'm super lucky. Actually it was healing awesome until I knocked the stud out....grr. Anyway, that's the story. It was way better in my head, cuz my piercer was all worried and kept saying that if he was hurting me that I should say so...ok, time to go to, seriously....later.
This is another nose story. Sorta. We had our last four-pitch game of the season two days ago and after each game we BBQ at our manager's house. Well, given that I haven't drank really since I got home, I was feeling pretty up for it. And boy can these guys drink so it promised to be a night of nights. And was. Cranium was excellent, and I learned that even drunk I am rockin smart :). But playing Kings was a bad, bad idea. Wow, let the wobbly pops roll.
Suddenly I am randomly wrestling over something, God knows what. And there may have been some singing of New Order tunes...oh my! And definitely randomly "deep" conversations. And you know that, "I'm drunk so I'm a little too flirtatious"-feeling....ya. Well, luckily for me one of the girls there was like "I'm leaving" and somehow I decided I was too cuz it could have been a rather silly night. Unfortunately this boy I was sorta paying too much attention to was also walking with us and I have to thank Big J because I'm sure that if she hadn't kept walking I'd have been making out with said boy. Which probably would not have been a great idea.
Although my guilt over doing nothing is sorta weird, I know.
Anyway, the nose comes in early in the night when I was only a little wobbly and knocked it out with my hand. I spent about an hour trying to get it back in and finally gave up and left it half in. Being only three days old it would have grown in FAST. So in the morning I tried again, and again, and again...and then gave up and called my piercer. Finally I went by his shop at like 3pm, hoping he'd be there since the self-consciousness of having my stud hanging half our was making me nuts (though my supervisor said it looked punk).
So he looks at it and looks worried and then trys to get it back in, can't. Trys removing it and putting it back in, can't. Spends a few minutes preparing me for pain becauuse he says that we will have to re-punch the exit hole cuz it's grown over whichwill involve putting a bar through my nose. No prob, except they don't make the bars at my stud's gauge so it's gonna hurt....ack! But apparently I'm weird and it didn't hurt at all. And finally, finally, we got the stud back in. Huray!
Unfortunately, the inside of my nose is now so traumatized that I feel like my nose is stuffed up cuz it's swollen....stupid nose. Looks fine out the outside though, so I'm super lucky. Actually it was healing awesome until I knocked the stud out....grr. Anyway, that's the story. It was way better in my head, cuz my piercer was all worried and kept saying that if he was hurting me that I should say so...ok, time to go to, seriously....later.
posted by Camel at 8:32 a.m.
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