Monday, August 08, 2005

Nip/F*ck!!!!!

This past weekend I bought a new porch swing for my parents. As I was loading it onto the back of the truck, I felt a tug on my left nipple ring. And then I heard something metal land on the concrete below me. I look down, still balancing the swing, and see my 10-gauge nipple ring, with the nipple still attached, lying on the ground below me.

For about 4 seconds, I just froze there. Just froze. I oddly enough didn’t feel any real pain right away. But I still had to get this swing hoisted up into the truck. After which I went back into the store and asked for a paper towel, which I folded in quarters and shoved under my tee shirt without looking.

I drove the 40 miles to my parents place with my mind racing as to how deformed I actually now was. ("How much am I bleeding?", "Do I even have a nipple anymore"?, "Damn, I just bought this tee shirt!") I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into shock. I finally arrived at my folks' place, and they were a mixture of gratitude and concern: my dad walked out of the room - equating this to being kicked in the balls; my mother yelled at me for the first time in about 30 years; and true to form, my sister Kim jumped in and took over, washing me off, applying ointment and gauze.

For the rest of the day, I kinda joked about it. I was still amazed that I had not yet felt any pain or any real discomfort. I even ended up throwing a frisbee around with two of my nephews and a niece later on that night. Admittedly, I didn't sleep all that well, but then I never get a restful night of sleep at my parents' place (I am such a city boy that the sound of crickets was getting on my nerves.) The next day, Sunday, I slept in a little and got up, had breakfast, talked with my folks, then headed to the shower.

In the bathroom, I removed the (what was now a very dried and bloodied) gauze. And that’s when it all hit me…

The room began to spin and I got tunnel vision. Next thing I know, I am laying on the floor listening to the sound of my dad banging on the bathroom door. First time in my life I have actually fainted. I assured Dad everything was fine, and then suddenly my bowels pressurized and emptied themselves completely (good thing I was near the toilet!). My blood pressure, which is normally about 130/90 (runs high due to my heart condition) dropped to 100/68 – which is still normal for most people but not for someone on four heart medications. And then I vomited. In short, my body had finally come out of its shock – 21 hours after the fact (I have always been a bit of a late bloomer).

A trip to the emergency room, a tetanus shot and an antibiotic later, I sit here with my chest wrapped. Apparently, I didn't need stitches and I have already begun healing and should be completely healed in about three weeks. But until then, I wait to see how it will all turn out. I'm wondering if I should have my right nipple pierced, in order to match the size of what my left may actually turn into, which is slightly larger.

But what amazes me most is the body’s ability to heal itself like it does. When this first happened, I figured I would just have an areola with no nipple at all. But it’s there, thank God. And I have the ring too (sans nipple) which I will either use for the other side someday or shove in a scrapbook.

And today I tell myself that as bad as life gets … it could always be worse.

7 comments:

  1. Man...I'm sorry to hear that. You are right, though. Things can always be worse.

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  2. Wow! What a story! I currently have a 10 gauge in my nipple too and just reading your story left me feeling speechless. I just can not imagine that happening. I have to say that it sounds like you handled it very well overall. I don't know if I could have driven the 40 miles you did to my parents right after it happened. Glad to know that everything is going to be okay though.

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  3. I've read more than one of your posts, and I've got to say that you are one of the better writers I've read in the blogosphere! I only wish I could write so well. About this post, it was excellent, despite the pain you went through to get inspiration to write it! Keep writing!

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  4. OMG, I think that I just got tunnel vision reading this. I knew the pain had to be coming along at some point. Glad to hear it is feeling better and will heal. Great post, regardless of the tragedy!

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  5. Mother F'er that sounds miserable! Good luck with the recovery. I had a similar, yet not nearly as painful experience:

    http://dckickball.org/archives/category/hot-sundae/

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  6. oucch.. I myself have a ring in my left nipple and one of my good friends had a similar story involving a shower door and his nipple ring.

    I must say that reading your description sent me on an express trip to queasy-town. I usually have a strong stomach but I guess I can too easily imagine that happening to me. Yeow :(.. Hope your nip gets better soon!

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  7. Damn! I love that ring! Hate to hear that it is gone. I have wanted one for quite awhile but, being the clutz that I am, I would surely do something like this - or worse! Glad to hear you are thinking of 'getting back on that horse' with the other nip. Good luck with that!

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