Its spring break. The last spring break of law school and quite likely the rest of my life (unless of course I return to teaching- which I’m beginning to highly doubt). For reasons beyond our control, instead of the exotic trip to Rome or Madrid, I’m home catching up on missed lectures, papers, and eating inordinate amounts of grapefruits. Really.
But I did manage to do one non yawn inspiring thing, I got my nose re-pierced. I had a nose ring two years earlier. I loved my nose ring and it loved me. It loved me so much in fact that it refused to come out. It was, shall we say, clingy. This was fine until the interviewing for legal internships began I knew if I wanted to intern at a traditional law firm I’d have to remove it. So the night before my first interview I sighed, and with a wire cutter snipped my nose ring. I sadly accepted the end of my nose wearing days.
But then at one of my interviews I met a young Indian woman, an associate at a very prestigious law firm in the city who changed my perspective. She wore a gray suit with a hint of pink in her scarf and a lovely diamond nose ring. Imagine my surprise when she said she interviewed with it without anyone taking any notice. Well then!
So thanks to the lovely people of facebook I learned of a good piercing studio. I picked my ring, checked off the consent forms and went to the back room. What happened next was strange. A simple poke, a simple turn of the metal, and in that simple second, my mind and body parted ways as I fainted.. I could feel my palms clamming up, the blood leaving my face… yet my mind knew perfectly well such a reaction was unnecessary. It was the oddest feeling to want desperately to get up but not being able to because your body was limp like a rag doll acting utterly contrary to how you commanded it to behave. It was an eerie moment of mind-body disconnect. Luckily, a cool ice pack, a sugar tablet, and a glass of water combined with ten minutes of inhaling and exhaling brought me back to normalcy. I managed to walk out to the counter gingerly feeling my tiny nose stud, and looked up to see the cashier, and the others in the room, and suddenly feeling quite silly as I looked at their tattooed faces and piercings on every conceivable parts of their visible bodies: I’m a wimp.
So some words of advice from yours truly on the art of nose piercing (1) Take a friend with you in case you get symptoms like I did. I can’t thank Zainab enough for being there to hold my hand because being alone would have truly been terrifying. And just because you’ve gotten your ears pierced without drama doesnt mean you wont get drama piercing your nose. (2) Never use a gun! The blunt force of the gun shatters your cartilage to some degree causing a higher risk of infection and a longer recovery period. Always ask for a needle. (3) Also, eat before you go since this is likely what caused my body to react as it did.. and no, grapefruits do not count.