My nostril screw somehow managed to fall out in my sleep, last night. Now, any of you that know the shape and logistics of a nostril screw should be aware that they just don't do that.
Bastard.
So, I woke up and reached to my nose, finding just skin, flat, bare skin. Argh, panic. I rushed to the mirror to check, and yes, it was gone. Wondering if the piercing had closed up completely, I probed it with a small ball closure ring, which failed to pass through whatsoever.
Digging into my box 'o piercing bits, I found a microbarbell which had originally been intended for repiercing my tongue frenulum. It looked as though it was around 1.2mm, the approximate size of my missing nostril screw.
With a pounding heart, I returned to the bathroom, whereupon I forced the microbarbell through the former site of my nostril piercing. It wasn't too pleasant, I can tell you. The initial piercing made it sore enough, but reopening with a blunt object? Not really nice.
After waiting a few hours for the piercing to settle (it was very swollen, red and sore by this point), I located the rebellious nostril screw and slid it back through. My nose immediately started bleeding - not a lot, but enough to make me think "oh, fuck." It wasn't a nosebleed, just the piercing bleeding. I've never had a true, full-on, gushing nosebleed.
Anyway, I think you can gather from this entry that I am none too pleased. Back to day 1 of the healing of the fucking thing. Gah. Although, a sweet text message from
madddy has cheered me up, a little. Thanks honey.
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