The Nose Ring Saga

Now about a month and a half ago, maybe 2 months, I decided to get a nose ring. For those of you that are in my immediate family and might be against this decision, just read the whole story before you freak out. A woman that I worked with did it with a needle and thread. Yes, my nose got threaded and it hurt really bad. So at first I had a little string through my nose that was tied to look sort of like a ring. I got different answers on how long the string should stay in before you actually put in the nose ring. Some said a week, 2 weeks, or a month. I, being slightly impatient, voted on a week and a half, and when the same woman tried to put the stud in, my nose bled a lot and she couldn't get it in. Well since the string was already out I thought we were going to have a problem. I was wrong though. She simply broke of a piece of straw from a broom and stuck it in the hole. Yes, at this point I had a piece of straw in my nose. This phase of the process lasted a while because I had learned my lesson and wanted to wait until my nose was completely healed. In the meantime, I had to buy a stud to go in my nose. Through a mis-communication I ended up with 2 nose rings....great now I have a back up. Well after we tried to get it in that first time and I ended up with a piece of straw, I gave the stud to one of my room mates to put in her bag. Well that nose ring is yet to be found. No fault to her. It was small and she carried a big bag. Oh well. No worries though because I have a back up. The time finally came to try the other stud. Apparently I have a rather thick nose (awesome), because the stud would not go all the way through my nose. You know what that means....back to the piece of straw. About a week later, someone I knew was traveling to the capital where there are plenty of nose rings so I asked her to pick me up one. At last, third time is a charm...I couldn't wait till she got back. Well she did.....and she didn't get one. She said she was afraid that she would pick the wrong one, or that it wouldn't fit (remember....thick nose). I was disappointed, but at least I still had my piece of straw. Finally, one of the local ladies here took me to the market and got me a good price on a nose ring. And finally, I got it in. It was awesome. I liked it....everyone liked it. At last!! Well about 3 days later, I woke up, stumbled into the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and realized that the stud was not in my nose. I came back to the room, looked everywhere....really everywhere, and have yet to find the nose ring. It either disappeared, its currently floating around in my brain, or I swallowed it somehow. One of life's unsolved mysteries I guess. I know, I know, it's a long story with a disappointing ending (unless you're my mom which at this point you are probably really relieved). I didn't even get a picture of the finished product. I could go back to the market and try the whole process over for the 47th time, but at this point I'm kinda over it, and I don't want that piece of broom back in my nose.