Ahh, there's nothing like a spontaneous roadtrip. I went to London Sunday and ended up getting my nose pierced!! I've been wanting to do it for almost 3 years now. It was worth the wait, however I never expected a "near death reaction" would be part of the experience!
It all goes back to my childhood tramas and trips to the emergency room. As a result I've developed a thing for blood; especially if it's my own. I really didn't think I'd have a problem getting my nose pierced seeing as it was just a needle. Boy, was I wrong!
I was perfectly fine until the guy started cleaning my nose. I started to feel that I was bleeding and then I smelt it... and it was pretty much all downhill from there. All the color drained from my body and my breathing got really shallow. My friends had to lift me to another chair about 3 feet away so I could recline. (Bad idea by the way!) From there it just got worse. My hearing started to fade and I got really scared. Everything was muffled and getting farther away, and was being replaced by loud ringing. Next came the sweats and then the gagging. And even through I didn't think I was going to loose the lunch I had just eatten, I asked for the garbage can for safety reasons. Eventually the cold cloth on my neck started to actually feel cold and I came out of it pretty quickly after that.
...And that's how I got my third nostrol!!
