I've had my nose pierced since I was 16. I went to a catholic school and every now and then during high school I had to take it out when someone noticed haha. I kept it out for like the entirety of school and it never closed up. Recently I lost the last cheapo ring I had and went without anything in there for SIX MONTHS. I had a real one made from gold and a small diamond and it popped in just fine.
Actually, it's probably that your piercer > my piercer :P The chick fucked it up spectacularly...wrong positioning for the jewelry I'd chosen, gave me crappy jewelry, gave me god-awful aftercare instructions (my stupid ass trusted her and used DIAL SOAP all the while twisting my ring around to make sure it didn't FUSE...because that's EVER happened in the history of EVER), refused to entertain the thought that I didn't have a keloid (I didn't) because that was all she knew about as far as complications go. She was a fucking moron and I tell everyone in the area my story so they never go to that shop.
My piercer > all. He was a long time friend of the family so my piercings and my mom tattoos were freeeee. Plus his tattoo shop is like basically a community STAPLE. He volunteers his employees (who are all his sons) and his money for community stuff. Like community baseball teams, fundraisers, school events. He's really an awesome guy.... with a concealed carry license and a face that would make you shit your pants. :P BIG ED IS WIN.
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Moral of the story?
my nose > your nose.
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