I lost a plug out of my conch at some point (Michael thinks it was the other night, but really, you would think I’d have noticed before today if it was more than a day ago) and waited till 5 to swing by the shop and get a new piece of jewelry.

I normally have back ups, I lose jewelry left, right and center. I lose o-rings too. I have hundreds of o-rings in different sizes, usually in my bag with me. I lose those fuckers that much.

You see, I had the back ups in. Actually, I had Michael’s back ups in, because I had lost mine. (It’s really a problem – I even lose jewelry that screws together, at least the o-ring stuff is cheaper.)

So I pick up a pair of 10G single flange eyelets. I get home, ready to put those fuckers in, and they are the wrong size. I didn’t even make it out of the bag. I looked at them and saw. *sigh*

I called Michael, told him not to call me a dumb ass (not that he would anyway) and told him I got the wrong size, and I’d bring 20$ in to buy a new pair (b/c once you buy jewelry it’s non-exchangeable, and I understand this).

I head down around 9 and tell John what I did and can I get a pair of 8G please. He got those for me and was just going to send me home with a taper (b/c he knows I’ll do it myself), but I said I could just do it there, no problem.

Fucking jewelry had been out long enough I couldn’t have fit a 14G in there without a fight. This is odd only because all of my cartilage piercings were punches, and the skin should not close down around them that fast. Crazy. My helix once went from a 2G to 10G (over time, of course, but again, a punch, no cartilage there to shrink).

So I get the taper in, and it takes me three tries to get the eyelet to follow it in. Three fucking tries.

My ear is swollen and red and I can’t wear my glasses right now.

Not exactly one of my better thought out piercings, although when they are healthy and not irritated my glasses don’t bother me at all.

That was my excitement for the day. I popped a couple of advil, as my entire head aches now.