I made a massive mistake last night and took out my lip ring to surprise Hairy and be able to give him a kiss without a bit of metal in the way. Then I left it out while I ate dinner, just for a bit of a change and because I thought it would be fine. It wasn’t. I haven’t been able to get the stupid thing back in again because it started shrinking and I’m a wuss and can’t deal with pain. Not only the shrinkage problem (anyone else have a filthy mind?), but the curve of the ring meant that I couldn’t simply push it through forcefully – probably would have ripped another hole. OUCHIES!
Argh. Now I’m having to go back to the piercing studio today to get it sorted out and I’m reeeeeeeeeeeally scared because I don’t like A) pain, B) needles, C) even the thought of possibly being told off. I know they won’t, I know it probably won’t hurt too much but I’m still sat here in the library freaking out a little bit. Not as badly as last night though. That was full on shaking and sniffling and being properly irrational, which drove Hairy around the bend.
Figured out yesterday that one thing that is guaranteed to make Hairy see red is when he is unable to help me when I’m hurt/crying (yesterday was a beautiful mess of both), and one of my complete failures is that I’m rubbish at being helped in those situations. I want him to be able to read my mind and know when I want hugs, when I want to be left alone and mostly what’s upsetting me. So our wonderful communication breaks down during points of stress because I can’t deal with things and retreat into a little ball, which frustrates Hairy, which makes me retreat even further in an attempt not to annoy him more. YAY for crazy!
We ended up having a rather tearful (on my part) and confusing (sorry Hairy, but definitely on your part) conversation trying to sort this all out. After that, things got better but I’m still heartbroken about my lip ring.
Plus (sorry male readers) this is definitely not the right time of the month for dealing well with stress. I’m in the throes of evil hormones from hell, with an assessed seminar this Thursday and a sore lip because I kind of made it bleed….
This wasn’t meant to be a rant, but it’s turned out that way.