Pierced! (for better or for worse)

Its gone! Its done!
-Frodo

My time came at last exactly nine days ago. And now I have but only thirty-three days and nights before these silly studs can come out. It seems an absolute age, but no doubt when all that time has passed I'll be so attached to them that I won't be able to part with my constant companions...

Jenna is being a good girl and using the prescribed dissinfectant consistantly three times a day--I'm afraid I haven't been as consientious as she. But I don't think that infections or sensitive ears run in my family so...or is that hereditary?

If you must know, I'll tell you that I almost chickened out. Yes shocking isn't it? Me, a pillar of resolve and determination...uh, ha ha, that was a little joke. My dear Auntie picked numbers to see who should go first and what do you know? I chose the exact number! What a coincidence!! But I squared my shoulders, climbed onto a VERY tall chair, and sat like a statue as the lady with the gun prepared for the operation. I told myself that this was no big deal--people do this everyday don't they? But as soon as the dissinfectant-soaked cotton balls touched my lobes, I suddenly told myself that I was the biggest sucker in the universe and that this woman no doubt was going to butcher me right then and there. Irrational, but understandable I believe. I recited in my mind, "You are NOT a coward, you ARE not a coward, YOU are not a coward...". I sat stiff and straight as a statue and felt the sudden sting with a couragious, crusader-like expression on my face. And then it was over. My frame relaxed as I said mildly, "Ow." And then I promptly began laughing histerically. Thankfully there was only family present, for I am sure that I presented an accurate picture of pathetic woman-kind.

As with most events in my life, something so thought on, and meditated and worried over, was over in an instant and left me wondering what it was I was so afraid of...