FUCK.

Okay, so this isn't quite the first story I wanted to tell you, but it'll do fine just the same. You'll probably have to wait until at least tonight for my ranting about my boyfriend and his never-ending boringness. But right now, I have a much shorter story to relate.

I am in pain.

Now, as many of you probably know, getting a piercing hurts. It also hurts quite a bit afterward, during the healing process. In my own personal opinion, the bellybutton is the worst for the healing period. It's not like the tongue, which has saliva to help the process along, and it's not like an ear piercing, where it stays relatively unmolested until it feels better.

No, the belly button takes the cake for most pathetic piercing. It is constantly getting snagged by clothes, and other people trying to hug you, and it's on a particular part of the body that moves a LOT, constantly stretching and irritating the wound... You don't really realize how much your stomach flexes and stretches until every time you do it, it hurts.

Now, here's the kicker:

I have three belly button piercings, straight across the top, like a hat for my cute little innie. (Believe me, my innie is VERY cute... cute like a puppy and a kitten trying to climb into the same slipper...)

The center one, which I got first, healed quite nicely, and if I wished, I could change the jewelry. (Currently, it still has the too-big jewelry of the initial piercing because I am, as I said before POOR.) The one on the right, as well, (my right, not your right) has healed smashingly.

The one on the left, however, has had some issues. A small lump of very red flesh has surfaced beside it, and hasn't gone away. It has nerves in it, and isn't just a pocket of pus, or something, so I am assuming it is my body rejecting the piercing. Occasionally, it is painful.

(Truth be told, if I was anywhere near sane, or had the money to redo it, I probably would have removed this problem piercing long ago. But, alas, silliness reigns...)

Today, after I stole one of her hairties, my ten year old brute of a sister tackled me, snagging all of my bellybutton piercings at once, and pulling me to the ground. The pain was a tear-jerker, I'm not gonna lie. Even with my eyes watering, however, she didn't let go, and continued to pull at the piercings.

Truth be told here, I'm coming up on my PMS week, so I'll blame my unecessary grumpiness on that, but OH MY GOD did it put me in a bad mood. But honestly, it just fucking hurt! If not for the baby-orajel that I found and smothered all over the bleeding mass, it would still hurt, I reckon.

Sigh. I don't think any serious damage was done, but I'm going in to the piercer lady tomorrow to see what she says about my troublesome stud. And if she tells me to take it out, hopefully it will be healed enough to repierce by spring break. Sigh again.

Updates tomorrow, I promise.

Ta.