June 28th, 2000- Day 2: If I could go back and do it again, I would've ate a whole lot more yesterday. Especially really salty, pointy, spiky foods. I can't eat anything- I had to slice up a popsicle with a knife and fork until the pieces were small enough to fit in my mouth, and even then I only managed to eat half the popsicle. What a tease it is to be able to see and smell food, but not eat it! Luckily though, drinking isn't too, too difficult. So I woke up this morning and felt the barbell in my mouth... I was like, "Hey, cool!" The swelling doesn't look as bad as last night. Last night my tongue was literally squished in my mouth, I mean barely fitting, and my jaw was sore, probably from holding my mouth the way that I am. I remember yesterday I said to Randall (the piercer) that the barbell felt too loose... No way, man. It's TIGHT. I'm scared the barbell's gonna break because my tongue's so swollen. The Listerine's a pain, but I sorta like the tingling when I'm rinsing. I had a nap around 6 and when I woke up my jaw and throat actually ACHED, but I'm fine now, except it sort of hurts to swallow. It's a real pain not being able to eat or talk or anything, but I think it'll be worth it. June 29th, 2000- Day 3: Hey, hey! I just finished eating an entire can of Alpha-Getti! It was only a small can, and it took me 40 mins, but still! The only way I could get it down was if I held my head back and poured the soup down my throat, but whatever works, works, right? I don't think anything has ever tasted so good in my life! I felt sick this morning, really dizzy, which is probably from not eating, so I guess it's good that I got something down. Oh, and I showed my parents today! I showed Greg first and he told me I had better show my mother, and I just got the usual response from her... "Oh, Tiffany..." *sigh* I made them go out and buy me pudding and Listerine, and I heard my mom comment to Greg, "Do't worry, it's just a phase...", so now I feel obligated to keep it. Ah, rebellion. June 30th, 2000- Day 4: I'm at work right now, as soon as I get off I'm going to go home, change, and then go back to Wizzard's to check some things out with Randall... My tongue turned this sort of funky yellowish-white color, and there's dried blood (it almost looks like scar tissue) around the barbell. I just want to make sure it's healing all right and that this is normal. Last night the swelling was so bad that every time I closed my mouth I was biting my tongue, and as a result all around the edge of my tongue there's these little fleshy bits... Sweet, eh? After I got off, I had my mom call and make me an appointment to get my hair dyed again (I'm a bleach-blonde) because I still can't speak very well. Mom and Greg have this running joke, everywhere I go they ask if I have a pen and paper. Not funny. So after I got my hair done I went to Wizzard's and asked Randall about my, uh, YELLOW tongue... He abrely even looked at it, just told me to open my mouth, and he said that it was normal, and to just keep using ice and Listerine. I can't seem to lift my tongue, I have to actually pick it up if I want to see underneath- Which I don't, because there's a disgusting piece of flesh dangling off of the barbell. Besides, it hurts when I lift it. My tongue doesn't feel as thick as it was yesterday, but it's definately still as wide- I'm still biting it on the sides. July 2nd 2000- Day 6: I actually ate something other than soup today- Kraft Dinner- and drinking's no problem. But I still can't eat unless I dump the food down my throat and make sure it stays on the side of my mouth... If I put it on my tongue, I can't seem to swallow. I sat in front of a mirror for about an hour today trying to lift my tongue, but all I can do is wiggle it a little, I can't move it up or out at all. That's probably why I can't chew or swallow properly... You'd be surprised how many things you use your tongue for. Even yawning hurts because you're supposed to lift your tongue, but because I can't it just pushes the barbell up until it pinches. July 3rd 2000- Day 7: Today I woke up and felt the barbell in my mouth- It's a really awesome feeling. I can *almost* talk normally... But not quite. It's still really swollen and the left side really hurts because I keep biting there. Kevin made a comment that kind of disturbed me, he pointed out that me not being able to move my tongue is bad, and that it's probably paralyzed. That didn't even occur to me until now... But I figure it's just the extra weight of the barbell that's making it difficult to lift. July 4th 2000- Day 8: Whoa, what a nightmare. Kevin's comments were in my mind all day today, and I was really thinking hard about it, so I sat down and made a sincere effort to move my tongue... No luck, I couldn't even begin to. (No wonder I can't speak, try to say the alphabet without lifting your tongue). So this evening after Kevin got off work I had him take me to New Image (Manawagonish Road), because I have little trust left for Wizzards. A friend of mine got her tongue done there and she told me to ask for Brad, she said he was pretty cool. I was a little nervous when I saw that Brad was only like 20 years old... Same age as Randall. But there was nowhere else for me to go. I told him that I got that done a week ago and I couldn't move my tongue, and he told me to open my mouth, and when he looked at it, he looked a little shocked, and was like, "Did I do that?" I told him no, that I got it done at Wizzard's, and he looked relieved for a second, and then pissed. He made some comments about Randall that I'll omit... All I'll say is that I'm not the only person Randall has fucked up. So Brad takes me into this room and puts on a pair of gloves (Randall never did that), and he looked at it, picked up my tongue, and made some comments suck as, "Shit... Fuck... How did he manage to do THAT?!? Meanwhile I'm standing there like, "Thanx, man... That's reassuring." He got this other dude to look at my tongue, I think his name was Troy, and they came to the conclusion that he had pierced through a vein (something that started with a C), and that it had to come out.
He took me into another room and had me sit on one of those big comfy chairs. A bunch of people kept looking at me as if they felt sorry for me... Apparently they knew that I went to Wizzard's. He said it was probably going to hurt when he took it out, but I din't feel a thing... I was shocked at how normally I was able to talk as soon as it came out. Brad then told me that Randall had used the wrong gauge and size barbell, and that he pierced too far back... And he said that he was quite surprised that I had any movement left in my tongue at all. I was relieved that things were almost normal, but I was actually sort of dissapointed that the barbell wasn't there anymore... It was a pain, but I had grown pretty fond of it. I went home and cried because I still couldn't quite move my tongue... I kept thinking I'd never be able to kiss normally again, or eat an ice-cream cone, or... stick my tongue out at all. July 5th 2000: I woke up this morning and felt nothing in my mouth- I was dissapointed. In about a month, I've decided, I'm getting it done again... This time, the right way.
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