Only someone who works in psych...

Today I got my nose pierced.(!!!)

After I got my yearly haircut/dye this morning, I loved my new look so much that I finally allowed myself to put that hole in my face I've been wanting for so long.

The guy that took me back was COVERED in tattoos - head to toe. Seriously, he had a ton of them all over his face, as well as about 10 separate piercings from forehead to chin. This may be offputting for some, but to me it just meant that this guy obviously had experience with what he was about to do to me. I was immediately happy that I had chosen this place to get my piercing done.

As I sat in the chair, the guy with the mohawk that had helped me at the front desk came in. I figured he was just giving the piercer some paperwork for his next client. Then he started putting on gloves and positioned himself next to me with this serious, concentrated look on his face.

I immediately recognized his expression. I've seen it oh-so-many times.

It was that, "Oh, crap, please don't let her be a biter..." look.

I burst out laughing and both men turned to stare at me like I was insane. I collected myself and looked at Mr. Mohawk.

"You're here in case I need to be restrained, aren't you?" I asked.

They both looked at eachother and then back at me.

Mohawk: "Pretty much!"


Oh, the things that you notice if you work on a psych ward...


   -  ​B