[Trigger warning: there are pictures below that depict a small injury and blood. But it isn’t bad and it’s funny, so cowboy up.]

So Much for That Earring

In September 1981 I got my left ear pierced. I’ve worn that small statement of rebellion proudly ever since. (Back then it actually was pretty out there, and it never exactly communicated my commitment to corporate America in the succeeding decades).

The streak came to a screeching halt yesterday, when Birdie made a lunge at the shiny and rolled a natural 20.

She didn’t just get the earring and pull it out of my ear. She pulled the wire through my ear.

This happened during the peak of our winter storm, of course. Don’t drive advisories everywhere, 100-car pileups, and an infrastructure that isn’t built to handle any amount of snow whatsoever. The urgent cares (two of them nearby), utterly useless even in the best of circumstances, were closed.

So we ventured out to the emergency room and somehow made it. We were hoping they could get me stitched up so we could get home before the rest of snowmageddon dropped on us.

Side note: It’s extremely hard to numb up this part of the body. So I just said do it without. I’ve had ears pierced multiple times, so it seemed stupid to whine about it. Still, ow.

We finally got me stitched back together and Robin got me home. Because she’s fucking awesome.

Probably no more earring on that side of my head anymore, though.