So, this happened yesterday:
I know. I had studying to do and homework to write and quizzes to take, but I’ve wanted a daith piercing for a while, and yesterday just seemed like the day to do it.
Dream Girl got a pretty little jewel in her nose, too. It was mother-and-daughter piercing day.
I’d been seeing things for months about the acupuncture value of daith piercings, that they are good for preventing migraine headaches and the anxiety that often causes them. Groovy. Of course I did not think to mention that to Jake the Piercer (that’s what it says on his business card) until after I’d had the daith done, when he told me no, actually a helix-to-inner helix piercing is the one for anxiety, according to Chinese medicine. The helix one looks OK, but would probably annoy me when I wear sunglasses, which used to be a lot more before we moved to the often rainy Pacific Northwest. I like to be able to wear my sunglasses on what sunny days we have, and I like my daith bling.
And at any rate, while I don’t get migraine headaches (at least not that I’ve been diagnosed with), I do have almost daily headaches that are bothersome enough that I eat Advil and Tylenol like candy. I haven’t had a single one since I got my daith pierced. Granted, it’s only been about 24 hours. Granted, it could be coincidence. Or the placebo effect. Who knows? Who cares? I just like the way it looks and if it really does make my headaches go away, bonus! As for the anxiety, well, I’ve been fighting with that for the entirety of my adult life anyway. I’m not sure I’d know to act without it.
As Jake was impaling my cartilage with what Dream Girl said was one gnarly-looking needle, he was telling me that now I am a badass. It doesn’t matter that I’ve never been in a physical fight in my life, or that I’m a bleeding-heart-liberal-hippie-peace-freak at heart, or that I’m feeling the effects of aging enough that my next fashion accessory may well be a cane. Apparently if I have a non-traditional piercing, I am now a qualified streetfighter. So I guess all I have to do is stop coloring the gray out and buy some lace collars, and I can email John Cleese about joining Hell’s Grannies.
Dammit. I still have all this classwork to do, and now I really just want to watch Monty Python. (Watch “Hell’s Grannies” here.)
If you’re in the Tacoma are in the market for body jewelry, I recommend North Cove Piercing Studio on 6th Ave. The premises are beautifully clean and there’s a wide array of jewelry. Jake is knowledgeable, professional, calming, and skilled. Prices are quite reasonable.
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