Don't Be So Silly,

This was something I came to later than I should have, and honestly, it's a bit ridiculous that it took me the time that it did to come to this as a conclusion.

I keep saying to myself that certain days would be a lovely birthday for my little boy, partly because I think if I keep telling him today would be a nice day or whatever day would be a nice birthday, he might listen and it might help him to get a move on, but there are certain days that I think would be better than others because of what they mean, or at least, there were certain days. 

I think there are some days that are just special because of things that have happened previously, so things like family anniversaries or lucky numbers or other family birthdays and such, but the realisation I came to when the first of the days that I thought would be perfect, and that would be after he turned full term, passed was that it doesn't matter what date my little boy is born - as long as it's not Christmas Day or Boxing Day because I don't want him to feel overshadowed by Christmas every year - because no matter what day or date my son is born, it's going to be a special day, because it's the day that my son was born and it's the day I become a mum, officially. Even though I'm looking at a calendar now and thinking I don't know what day would be perfect for him to arrive because I want it to be a super special day, it will be anyway, so I just need to chill out about it, because I'm pretty sure everyone re-writes their lottery numbers when the y have a baby because the numbers that you find lucky or important are probably going to change anyway. 

The best thing I can think at the moment though, as I'm sat here drafting this, is the sooner the better baby boy, because I can't wait to hold him, I can't wait to have our first cuddle and see his little face, but I am also looking forward to being able to put him down for a nap and being able to then either leave his dad looking after him or one of his grandparents, so I can go and do something, even if that's sleep, hopefully without pain. (That's not just the sleep thing; doing anything without pain would be a blessing right now, because it's just all the time!)

Maybe by the time this blog is actually posted, the little man will have seen fit to join us Earth side, but that might be just wishful thinking. Maybe.

Holier Than,

Back in Manchester I got one of my piercings done in a place called Holier Than Thou, which for a piercing place is either the best or worst pun in history. Personally I adore it. 

I'm not really sure as to where my love of piercings came from, but it certainly went into overdrive earlier this year when I decided I was going to get two of them at once. 

My nose has settled, quite happily, but my latest cartilage piercing is a different story.

Granted, I was a silly sausage and got it on the side that I apparently want to sleep on most often, but I was concerned that getting another on the same side that I have a helix piercing might look a little crowded since I only have quite small ears, though if I decide to get any more then this might have to be forgotten. 

I tried explaining this to a friend, but "sleeping on it" doesn't sound like the sort of thing which does a lot of damage to you.  It is one of the worst things you can actually do on a healing piercing because the pressure can damage the shape of the piercing... or something crappy like that which means you wake up with ear ache, a headache and general grumpy-arse tendencies. 

When I first got it, as with when I first got my helix done, I went without wearing headphones for about three weeks because I know the pressure and the reasonably air-tight environment is just not great for piercings. Unfortunately I am far too grumpy and anti-social to be able to survive for much longer without needing to plug myself into my music and ignore everyone. Thankfully a conversation with one of the piercing people in the clinic where I got this one done has told me it is no longer infected and will hopefully heal fine if I just stop sleeping on it. It just might have a couple of bumps on it.

I started writing this blog post a few hours ago and have forgotten my point several times over between then and now... I'm also watching A Knight's Tale for the first time in years, and I still find my favourite line hilarious "It's called a lance - hellooo."

Ah, yes. So, the advice was, do not sleep on it. 

Do not sleep on my right side. It sounds simple enough, doesn't it? Let me tell you, it is not so simple. 

I am the sort of person who moves a lot in my sleep and so saying stay off an entire side is a bit difficult. I have to somehow drill it into my head not to sleep on my right so that even my unconscious mind holds onto it. I'm pretty sure that it means I don't sleep as deeply as I really should, but I know I need that my ear does need some serious healing time. Once it has settled itself in and healed I will be fine, it's just annoying that it might be quite a long time until that happens. It's supposed to be between ten and sixteen months of having it put in, but I'm sure that this will take longer now that it's been a bit messed up. 

In a way, piercings are like novels. It is a slight pain getting through the first part, a little/lot more as you look after it, and then smooth sailing, for the most part, after that. The healing part, or the editing with a novel, can seem tedious and annoying and lots of other negative words, but I think that is the wrong attitude. The care and nurturing that you put into both processes shows a commitment to something and for my piercings, it's not just that they kind of look pretty, but that they become a part of me, like edits become a part of the novel. They become so integral that it is almost impossible to think of it without them.

I best go look after my little addition then - catch you later.