I believe that I have mentioned numerous times throughout my blog that I am The World’s #1 Wuss, I can’t stand the sight of blood, and I become incredibly light-headed and woozy at the silliest things, and here, my friends, is another reason why.
Becky called me last night, and out of the blue, said that she wanted to get her eyebrow pierced. I was a little surprised, since she hadn’t mentioned a desire for it before. She asked if I would like to go with her, and as this is a momentous occasion that BFFs must attend, I obviously agreed to. On the way there, I happened to just say in passing with a little giggle, “I hope I don’t pass out.” We both laughed and moved on with the conversation.
(side note: It is soooooo good to be back home and to be able to drive around town with my best friend again. I missed that so much during school!)
The place we went to was in a place called “The Loop” which is just a fun area with lots of shops and restaurants. The tattoo/piercing shop was really clean and kind of snazzy – though I really can’t compare because that’s the only tattoo/piercing shop I’ve been in before. Becky filled out some paperwork and then we headed to the back to a little room.
Becky sat in the chair, facing away from me so I wouldn’t have to see the actual piercing (thank you very much). I held her purse and just kind of idly looked around me since there wasn’t a chair for me to sit in. Becky started to feel light-headed, so the guy asked me to grab her a sucker from a jar nearby, so I did. When I had returned, he had laid her back in the chair and I could see her now. I handed her the sucker and helloooo, her freshly-pierced eyebrow was staring back at me.
It was pinkish red, and I couldn’t tell if that was from some dried blood or from swelling or just the color of irritated skin. I looked away pretty quickly, but the damage had pretty much been done. I started to feel a bit light-headed and a little dizzy, so I leaned against this half-wall beside me, thinking that it would pass pretty quickly.
The next thing I knew, it was completely black and I had know idea where the heck I was or how I had gotten there. There were people touching me, holding me down, turning my head. What was going on? Not going to lie, I thought I had been kidnapped and that I had been blindfolded. But then I could start to see and remembered where I was.
Nope. Wasn’t kidnapped, was just with Becky at a tattoo/piercing shop and yes, I had actually passed out.
Apparently I was shouting when I was out. First, for my mom. (Oh my gosh, I think shouting for my mother, as a 19 year old girl, is the most embarrassing of all of it.) And then I shouted “What is going on?!” Which made sense, because I remember thinking it.
They sat me up and leaned me against the wall. There was blood coming from somewhere, so that’s why they were turning my head to try and find where from. I had worn my Harry Potter necklace, which had little baubles on it like Hedwig’s cage, Hermione’s wand, a bottle of Snape’s tears, etc. and it had apparently stabbed me. (Heh, we both got piercings yesterday!) There was some blood on my shirt and I must have also bit my tongue or cheek because I could taste blood.
They got me a band-aid to put on my neck to stop the bleeding. They also gave me a cup of water and a sucker. Still in a weird kind of daze, I laughed and said to Becky, “And I had told you on the way here that I hope I don’t pass out.” I then apologized to the two guys that worked there and they were so nice. One of them said it happens pretty frequently and they had had worse. Some people had urinated themselves. The other guy said that this was the first time he worked that someone had passed out. Well, I’m glad I could be your first, sir.
After a few more minutes, I was feeling much better and my color was returning so I stood up and we thanked them again and left. We stopped at a Subway to get a soda because Becky insisted I needed sugar. Then we realized that she still hadn’t paid and had left her license at the shop. I sat on a bench outside while she went back in to pay because I was still totally and completely embarrassed.
On the way home I could not stop laughing just at the absurdity of the entire situation. I had passed out and I wasn’t even the one that got the piercing. Becky said that when she heard me fall, she whipped her head around and instantly had an adrenaline rush so she didn’t feel light-headed anymore. Obviously one of us was bound to pass out, so I thought I would just take the bullet for my best friend.
My brothers instantly noticed the band-aid on my neck when I got home. I explained and they both just laughed. When I got back home from work today, Steven saw me and just started laughing again. I stated that it was not my fault that I got all the crappy genes! My mom and dad are both out of town but they are coming back tonight. Should be interesting explaining to them why I have a band-aid on my neck….