okay so this is all from personal experience, i’m not even gonna be exaggerating, it’s all true and it was as bad as it sounds. oh and btw, i’ve had the worst weekend of my life.

friday: woke up on friday morning and felt really shitty and low, i wasn’t gonna go to school but i woke up at like 7:55 and quickly got dressed so i could meet my friend to walk. i started crying on the way to school because my septum piercing was making me feel really ugly and like i couldn’t face anyone and it was extremely painful too; it’d gone all scabby and seriously infected. when i got to school i held my hand over my nose and it was just horrible having to like, hide myself away from everyone. my first lesson was english so i just went, got the two mock exams over and done with and left. it was really hard to concentrate because my nose was the only thing i could think about. i had maths second period but whilst waiting outside for the teacher to arrive i started crying again, but this time i couldn’t stop; i was just so fed up. i also had a lip piercing in so my teacher sent me to get a note from my house manager. i couldn’t find him so i just went back to class, got that lesson over and done with and walked to form, hiding my nose, again. when i got to form, my friend said i looked really white and drained and upset… that’s exactly how i felt. it sounds ridiculous but i started crying again. no one understood how disgusting i felt, it was very sore and needed sorting so i finally found my house manager and he called my stepdad to come and pick me up from school. when my stepdad picked me up, i went to the local piercing place and got my lip stud taken out - i didn’t want it in any more, it just made me feel sick and i hated it. i had a doctors appointment at 12pm so me and my mum went to see what they had to say. they told me there was nothing they could do to get the septum bar out because they didn’t have the right equipment, so they referred me to a&e in rotherham. we got there for around 1pm-ish and we were there for hours. i saw one nurse who asked me a lot of questions, she sent us back to wait, then i saw another nurse who absolutely scared the shit out of me. this nurse told me that, because my nose was all swelled and the septum bar had been forced up, it could have scratched my cartlidge which would mean that not being able to repair itself and it would have just died. i thought she meant i would lose all the front of my nose (the bit that separates my nostrils, don’t know what the proper name is) and i burst out crying, i couldn’t stop crying i was so scared, i told my mum if that happened and i lose the front bit of my nose i would kill myself - i didn’t want to live if that had been the case. it sounds so extreme but no one understood the position i was in. the nurse said she was going to try and get it out so she put some numbing gel on it to stop the pain but i could still feel it. she then took me to another room with a bed and told me to lay down. she gave me gas and air but that didn’t do anything either. then she grabbed the bar with pliers and went to yank it out. that scared me a lot and i started crying and then i couldn’t breath because of how much i was crying. i calmed down and then she walked us to another room. two doctors had a look and thought there might be something they could do. they were really friendly and told me there was a possibility that they could just whip it out without me feeling anything. obviously not to feel anything i had to have something to numb my nose so they gave me two injections in each nostril. they were honestly, hand on heart, the most painful injections i’ve ever had to have - the stuff that was inside the needle stung so bad, it was awful. i was holding, or should i say squeezing, my mums hand so tight at this point. my mum got really fed up with them prodding and poking me and not being able to get any further so she just said “right that’s it. no more now she’s had enough.” and they had to stop. they told us to wait in the waiting room again and i was exhausted. then they referred us to doncaster hospital which was quite a drive away, or at least felt it. when we arrived at doncaster hospital, we were sent to the children’s ward where we had to wait a further couple of hours. this time dragged so much. finally a nurse called bobbie came and took my blood pressure, my weight, my heart rate, my temperature etc and then sent us to the ‘treatment room’ where we had to see another doctor. the doctor told me that they were going to put me to sleep so i couldn’t feel anything when they took the bar out. she also said i should stay the night at the hospital so i would have the operation in the morning. she left and another nurse put me on a drip. they had to shove the tube into one of my veins  in my hand and that kinda hurt. we spent the night in the hospital, me and mum, and we were restless. it was a very long night and i was in the process of fasting so i was massively pissed off (fasting is where i wasn’t allowed to eat/drink anything until my op. it lasted a whole 22 hours of having nothing to eat or drink).

saturday: i woke up saturday morning in more of a positive mood because i knew my nose would be sorted out that day. i still wasn’t allowed anything to eat or drink because no one knew when i was going to be taken down to theatre for my operation so.. i had to survive on saliva haha. the nurses told me i’d be having my op around 12pm. it got to 12 and still no op. then they told me it’d be 6pm. 6pm came and still no op. at 6pm they came to do my drip and for some reason it was extremely painful. i think it was because i’d been in the shower earlier on and might have nudged it or something, i’m not sure (it was so awkward and difficult in the shower having to do everything with one hand so i didn’t get my bandage wet -___-). finally, at like 9pm, a nurse arrived at my bedside with two hospital gowns (absolutely horrifically disgusting and itchy and uncomfortable) and it was actually a laugh for me and mum; i looked stupid! then another doctor came and told me to get my shoes because it was time to walk to theatre. F I N A L L Y. i can’t say i was very positive about the situation - i’d never had an operation before and i was very nervous and felt like i was gonna throw my guts up. the walk to theatre was like the walk of death. i didn’t know how things were going to go so it was like going into to the unexpected; not the best feeling. when we arrived at theatre they told me to slip my shoes off and get onto the bed. i laid down and remember just looking up to the ceiling and seeing the brightest light ever. they tried putting salt water into my drip on my left hand but it was too painful and uncomfortable so they had to take the drip out. that fucking hurt… because the drip on my left hand had been taken out, they had to put another one in my right hand - oh jesus. i hated them putting them in so i started crying, plus i was very scared in case they couldn’t get the bar out, even though they told me everything can be removed i still had my doubts. i know how awkward of a person i am so i didn’t know what would happen. when they put the drip in they had to put those sticky things on my chest and my side so i could be wired up to all the heart machines. then they gave me an oxygen mask and it felt weird, like i couldn’t breath and it wasn’t very nice. next minute a surgeon told me he was going to put something in my hand and to tell him how i felt after he put the liquid in. i felt all strange and remember telling him i felt “pissed up” haha. then boom, i don’t remember anything after that. i remember waking up whilst been wheeled somewhere, i don’t know where. i felt weird and it was very bright when i woke up. plus i was moving so i felt a bit sicky. this crazy ass nurse and my mum were both talking to me and stuff and i remember crying with happiness and thanking all the surgeons because i was so happy it was finally out and nothing had gone wrong AND MY FUCKING CARTLIDGE WAS FINE! :D i was so happy and relieved about that. i was then pushed back up to the ward i was on and had to roll off of one bed and onto the one i’d been sleeping in. i could finally have something to eat and drink and i felt okay. i also remembered the nurse telling me they’d be putting a tube down my throat to keep my airways clear throughout the operation and that i’d have a sore throat afterwards but my throat felt fine. i needed to go to the toilet and put my pyjamas back on so my mum held my arm so i was steady whilst walking to the loo - the anaesthetic hadn’t worn off properly yet. then i got back into bed and zonked out for the night.

sunday: i woke up that morning and was relieved to be able to go home. my hate for hospitals had rapidly increased by like 1 million % after the weekend i had but i was so grateful with the way everyone looked after me and treated me whilst i was there. whilst we were waiting for my stepdad to pick us up, i was lead to the treatment room again so they could remove the bandage from my face. it went right across my face but got stuck to my nose during the night so they had to somehow peal it off of the scabs and stuff. it was kinda painful when it was being pulled so the nurse soaked it in water. it finally came off and my stepdad arrived and we drove home. i’ve never been so tired in my life.

now i’m not allowed back to school until my nose has cleared up because i have to stay in a sterile environment so i’m not prone to any germs or anything that could mess with the infection in my nose. that’s not really great as i have like 6 exams coming up and should really be in school but there’s not a lot i can do -.- i have to take flucloxacillin 4 times a day and 2 paracetamol as well as. i also have to clean my nose with cooled-down boiled water from the kettle which is hassle but i’ll do anything to help my nose clear up properly. i also have to apply naseptin nasal cream twice a day which is a bugger because my fingers won’t fit up my nose to apply it so it’s a lot of messing about… i literally don’t care though, if it means my nose gets better it’s worth it. i didn’t realise how much my nose meant to me, hahaha.

so if i were you, i’d think twice about getting your septum pierced. i never expected any of this and it’s the biggest mistake i made having it done. i paid £20 to put myself in hospital. how stupid of me. i’ve definitely learnt my lesson.