It took only some self-discipline and quite a lot of longing for the way the BME used to be to document my experience with microdermals. Looking back now, I’m glad I forced myself to write up the accounts for not only me but also some others out there (as I could see that at least a handful of people found it useful).
According to my posts on here, my first set of microdermals, the wrist ones, was installed on April 1, 2010 which makes them now slightly over 3 years old. I’m quite happy to say that they are still going strong and there’s no sign of migration. One of them may have gone a lil up, closer to the surface of the skin but that’s it.
The forearm set was done on April 21, 2011. I removed them on March 29, 2013 due to the very visible by then rejection – the inner forearm micro was halfway through the skin while the outer forearm one was on its way to this stage. They had been in for almost 2 years which isn’t too short but it isn’t overly impressive, either.
There were some problems with these two right from the beginning (although it’s easy to say so now, back then I didn’t think much about it and just kept dismissing the warning signs). They took longer to heal, especially this inner one. They bled a little now and then during the healing period (although again, I’m well-known for my obsessions and even now I tend to tighten the tops up just to make sure they’re safely secured). Eventually they healed, though. Since I was obsessive about all of them, I always covered them at night (band aids for the forearm set, a loose wristband for my wrist set) and sometimes even when I was out (I actually still do it with my wrist, just in case as I would hate to get them entangled with/ in something and lose them).
The real problem started last summer when I noticed that the skin seemed to be raised and slightly bruised around the inner forearm micro. At first I thought I was mistaken. Then I thought that maybe it was just temporary (too much body lotion/ sunblock/ sweat, maybe an occasional hit during a workout). The thing seemed to be on and off for a few months. Now and then, when I squeezed the skin around the top, some lymph came out (nasty, I know but when you are into body modification, you stop being grossed out, at least by your own stuff ).
Eventually, after a few months of temporary problems, I had to admit that something wasn’t right. Since I’d already known what body piercing rejection looks like (two failed attempts to heal a surface piercing taught me something after all), I had to realize that this was it again.
Gross as it might have looked (and may sound now), I found it quite fascinating to watch how my body decided to get rid of titanium (and thus supposedly bio-compatible!) pieces of jewelry and was doing it very slowly. It didn’t hurt, it didn’t get much in the way (some lymph squeezing aside) but it definitely didn’t look healthy or good.
The rest is history. My piercer removed them over a month ago. The procedure wasn’t overly painful, the cuts didn’t bleed much and I could stop covering the fresh scars with band aids two days later. They scabbed very quickly and today there are just two reddish spots on my forearm. They will fade into white in a few months, I think, and that will be it.
Will I get them re-done in the future? I seriously doubt it! Not because I didn’t like them or came to dislike them. I just approached my microdermals as an experiment right from the beginning. All I wanted was to learn more about them not only through articles and posts on the Internet but also through my own experience and I achieved my goal. I’ve lived with my micros for 3 years now and I know what it’s like on daily basis. I know upsides and downsides and that’s always a good thing. In my opinion, a body modification should not only be aesthetically pleasing but, above all, it should be functional and not limit its owner in any way. With micros it’s not that easy (and I’ve already written about it in one of the earlier posts). For now, my mission is accomplished, I gathered some knowledge, had some fun and a good learning experience and I got myself two new very tiny scars. What else a weird girl could ask for?