When Your Ear Lobe Bleeds: A Cautionary Tale
I’ve had my ears pierced since I was six-years-old.
Since then, I’ve gone nary a day without earrings. I love them. Studs, hoops, dangles, crazy colors and shapes. You name it, I wear it.
One fateful day during the summer, about half-way through my day, I realized that I was very aware of my left ear. It didn’t necessarily hurt, but I was cognizant of it in a way that I probably shouldn’t have been. I thought, “Weird. I’ll remember to clean my earrings tonight.”
So I went home, took my earrings out, and cleaned them with rubbing alcohol.
This routine went on for MONTHS.
And then, it got to the point where I’d hit that half-way mark and my left ear would straight-up HURT.
So I’d take my earrings out and it would STING to the point that I was holding my breath, taking them out as quickly as possibly, and then holding back tears. Often, my ear would be bleeding.
I know. Blood. ACK. But I’m not really freaked out by blood. I’m the weirdo who looks at the needle when blood is drawn. I’ve actually had phlebotomists ask me to look away because it was freaking them out that I was looking.
Which I find hilarious because they are basically medically licensed vampires and the idea of them being freaked out by me watching them steal my blood is just kind of bizarre.*
But when I realized I was bleeding I was all, “That’s strange. I’ll throw these cheap-ass earrings away.”
So I chucked them and then I didn’t wear earrings for a day or two. I’d put some Neosporin on my ear at night, and when it felt better, I’d start wearing earrings again.
Doing all of this required touching my ear lobes often. I noticed that my left earlobe felt thicker than my right. I figured it was just from my left ear bleeding and healing.
Then in November, I was absentmindedly playing with my earring at work one day (As you do.) and I realized something really strange—my left earring was hanging way lower than my right earring. In fact, I could *move* my left earring up and down in the piercing. It moved a lot more than the right.
I immediately freaked out, took my earrings out, and called my mom.
Her reaction, like any person’s reaction, was “WHY DIDN’T YOU GO TO THE DOCTOR?!” And I was like, “Well, I wasn’t actually sick. My ear just hurt and was bleeding. I didn’t think it was worth going to the doctor over.”
I am dumb.
I’m the person who will end up dying from cat scratch fever.
So now I’m not wearing earrings at all—which makes me feel naked—in hopes that my now stretched out ear piercing will just grow back together. Supposedly this will only take six weeks, but I feel like that seems a very short amount of time. But would the Internet lie to me? I could get surgery to fix it, but that sounds expensive and unpleasant. And it’s really superficial. I mean, I’d have to go to an actual plastic surgeon for them to stitch up my stretched ear lobe. I mean, first world problem, amirite?
*I am in no way implying that phlebotomists DRINK blood. But I feel like stranger things have happened in the history of the world.