"This isn't going to hurt at all", he reassured me as I heard my cartilage tear under the pressure of the needle. He lied, by the way. It hurt an awful lot. Yet, the pain subsided and an earring slid in the needle's place. "This will take six to nine months to heal", he continued, explaining that my body may react negatively to the substantial puncture wound it had just endured.
The word "wound" hung in the air as it left his lips. What had I just done!? Holy crap. I had let someone give me a "substantial puncture wound" that would heal in the time it takes to grow a human being. Then, I looked in the mirror.
A smile widened across my face as I wiped some dipping blood from my ear. I loved it. There it was; the inner ear (tragus) piercing that I had wanted for so many years. I couldn't believe I had waited so long to get it.
My list was shrinking, adventure by adventure, and I knew that without it I would have put this off for most likely ever. The cold wind hit my newly damaged tragus and almost knocked me over on the walk home, but I could have cared less. This was it! I was living my life without fear, and if living without fear came hand in hand with almost passing out on the walk home, then so be it.
*My Yoga mat came in the mail today, and I have come up with a ballpark figure for my trip to Europe. If I save back $250 a month I will be able to get on a plane August 1st and be back August 30th.
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