Ouch! Another hole nature never intended

“Ever been stung by a bee?” she asked as she unwrapped the 2-inch-long, amazingly fat needle. “It feels like that, then it gets hot for a while.” Uh-huh I nodded dumbly. Just keep breathing, it can’t be that bad. I did what she told me, scooted my bum down to the edge of the chair, breathed in on 1, held my breath on 2…

Bee sting? A 5-foot killer bee perhaps.

That was my navel-piercing experience. Yesterday, 4 friends and I banded together to make good on our pact to get out belly buttons pierced. Well, one of us only went for a re-pierce of an ear. But it was a female bonding ritual I hope never to repeat. That’s it. I’m as pierced as I’m going to get. 2 holes in one ear, 3 in the other, and now the navel. All done.

It actually wasn’t all that bad. I went second. Brenda appeared to survive OK. She didn’t pass out, she didn’t throw up, she made it to the chair in front of the window A/C unit without assistance.

Afterward I was done, the two who hadn’t yet undergone the procedure crowded in, oohing at the sparkly barbell, asking expectantly, nervously if it hurt, if I was OK. “Oh, it was fine,” I lied. “It’s easy. There’s nothing to it.” I didn’t want them chickening out – we were all going through this together. So while my body went into shock and I sipped some juice in front of the air conditioner, they went under the needle.

Lisa screamed, Tracy nearly fainted. By that time, I was ready for a drink.

It still hurts. Not bad. Not like when I had a mole gouged out of my back last year. I couldn’t move my right arm much for a couple of days then. So it’s not a big deal. But it hurts. Reaching and bending over to pick things up off the floor are not good ideas. No swimming or sit ups for 2 weeks. Darn, I’d been meaning to start doing situps in the morning. I’ll just have to wait a couple more weeks now. 🙂