I had spent quite a number of hours doing the research on whether or not the daith piercing would help with my migraines. It was supposed to be similar to acupuncture on the pressure point held within the ear. 24-hour acupuncture without the use of needles and spending outrageous amounts of money sounded too good to be true.
Waking up most days with a headache of some kind, I would take pain relievers and attempt to go about my business. There are, however, many days, at least one a week, where I'm unable to do much more than hiding in my room with a blanket over my head. It was becoming increasingly difficult to even make dinner for my five-year-old.
So, Tuesday morning, I broke down and began my quest to find a tattoo shop that didn't treat me like shit. It took three phone calls to three different places. When the last place answered, I immediately knew this was the place to go. I had just pulled in my drive and parked when I decided to go. I backed away from my garage and headed the semi-short distance across town.
Walking in, I took in the ambiance of the place. It was small, decorated with the usual pictures of tattoos, a large screen TV, and a window seat to lounge if I chose to do so. It took a mere minute or two to tell them what I was there for, to fill out the paperwork, and to follow the girl into the back.
While she set up, she explained the aftercare procedures, making sure I was aware there would be an extensive healing process. I avoided looking at the equipment she was pulling out and sterilizing. Being afraid of needles, I worried about seeing something and chickening out.
Ten or so minutes later, after I made sure I asked all the questions I felt I needed to, I laid back on the table, turned my head to the side, and closed my eyes.
I knew it was going to hurt. But I had gone through the pain of childbirth. I could do this. I was confident in that. When she told me to take a deep breath and exhale slowly, I focused on a thought in my head and did as she asked. And then it hit me.
Holy mother of all things holy!! I had never felt anything quite like that before! The pain was sudden and excruciating, I'm not going to lie. Childbirth had never felt anything like the pain of having a hollow needed shoved through your skin and cartilage. It was slow and agonizing. Or so I thought. What felt like hours was a mere five or so seconds.
As quickly as it all hit me, it was over. No more pain. Shock must have registered on my tightly clenched face because she laughed and told me it was over. Over the next few minutes, she slid the earring in, put the ball on, cleaned the blood (Yes, it can bleed. In my case, it bled a lot), and helped me to sit up.
I looked in the mirror with a grin on my face. I had done it. My left ear now held a cute pink earring inside it. I debated on getting the other ear done, but the second one always hurts worse than the first. I'd come back in a month or so to have the second one done.
She took a picture of it for me so I could show it off to all my friends. I was still smiling. The adrenaline was flowing through me. I had done it! Now, I had to wait to see if it would work.
That same night, I noticed a difference in the pressure in my head. It wasn't as severe. After taking pain relievers before going to bed every night for more than ten years, I went to bed without taking anything for pain. And I woke up the next morning without pain on that side of my head! It was a miracle!
So, being the glutton for punishment I am, I went back to get the right ear done first chance I had the next day. Same procedure. Different girl. It hurt ten thousand times worse than the left. But the results were the same. I have been migraine free for more than 24 hours. Now to just fix my sinus problems and I'll be the happiest girl in the world.
Also.....it has turned me into a piercing addict. I'm sitting here as I type trying to decide what to pierce next......
Stay tuned for a weekly update on how the healing process is going, and whether or not the amazing results have continued.
Waking up most days with a headache of some kind, I would take pain relievers and attempt to go about my business. There are, however, many days, at least one a week, where I'm unable to do much more than hiding in my room with a blanket over my head. It was becoming increasingly difficult to even make dinner for my five-year-old.
So, Tuesday morning, I broke down and began my quest to find a tattoo shop that didn't treat me like shit. It took three phone calls to three different places. When the last place answered, I immediately knew this was the place to go. I had just pulled in my drive and parked when I decided to go. I backed away from my garage and headed the semi-short distance across town.
Walking in, I took in the ambiance of the place. It was small, decorated with the usual pictures of tattoos, a large screen TV, and a window seat to lounge if I chose to do so. It took a mere minute or two to tell them what I was there for, to fill out the paperwork, and to follow the girl into the back.
While she set up, she explained the aftercare procedures, making sure I was aware there would be an extensive healing process. I avoided looking at the equipment she was pulling out and sterilizing. Being afraid of needles, I worried about seeing something and chickening out.
Ten or so minutes later, after I made sure I asked all the questions I felt I needed to, I laid back on the table, turned my head to the side, and closed my eyes.
I knew it was going to hurt. But I had gone through the pain of childbirth. I could do this. I was confident in that. When she told me to take a deep breath and exhale slowly, I focused on a thought in my head and did as she asked. And then it hit me.
Holy mother of all things holy!! I had never felt anything quite like that before! The pain was sudden and excruciating, I'm not going to lie. Childbirth had never felt anything like the pain of having a hollow needed shoved through your skin and cartilage. It was slow and agonizing. Or so I thought. What felt like hours was a mere five or so seconds.
As quickly as it all hit me, it was over. No more pain. Shock must have registered on my tightly clenched face because she laughed and told me it was over. Over the next few minutes, she slid the earring in, put the ball on, cleaned the blood (Yes, it can bleed. In my case, it bled a lot), and helped me to sit up.
I looked in the mirror with a grin on my face. I had done it. My left ear now held a cute pink earring inside it. I debated on getting the other ear done, but the second one always hurts worse than the first. I'd come back in a month or so to have the second one done.
She took a picture of it for me so I could show it off to all my friends. I was still smiling. The adrenaline was flowing through me. I had done it! Now, I had to wait to see if it would work.
That same night, I noticed a difference in the pressure in my head. It wasn't as severe. After taking pain relievers before going to bed every night for more than ten years, I went to bed without taking anything for pain. And I woke up the next morning without pain on that side of my head! It was a miracle!
So, being the glutton for punishment I am, I went back to get the right ear done first chance I had the next day. Same procedure. Different girl. It hurt ten thousand times worse than the left. But the results were the same. I have been migraine free for more than 24 hours. Now to just fix my sinus problems and I'll be the happiest girl in the world.
Also.....it has turned me into a piercing addict. I'm sitting here as I type trying to decide what to pierce next......
Stay tuned for a weekly update on how the healing process is going, and whether or not the amazing results have continued.
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