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My Prince Albert Piercing Experience, Part Five

This is a continuation of my recounting of events in October 2015.

Part Five

The Aftermath

We got home and had about 30 minutes before we would have to leave to go meet her parents. I had to pee really bad so I went into the bathroom. I pulled down my pants and leaned over the toilet bowl. My thought was that I could remove the glove and gauze and then turn around and sit to pee. Leaning over the bowl was just a precaution in case there were a few drops of blood. So I gingerly tried to remove the glove and had it about three-quarters of the way off, holding it with my left hand. The gauze was still stuck to the head of my penis and I saw that there was a little blood. I wasn’t really surprised because the piercer said I might bleed a little for the first 12 hours or so, and just keep it wrapped in gauze, unless, of course, I had to pee.

There was a piece of tape holding the glove onto the bottom of my scrotum and I didn’t want to just remove the glove and let it yank the gauze off. Still holding the glove in my left hand I used my right hand to ever-so-gently remove the gauze. I was moving slowly, peeling the gauze from left to right. I got the gauze about half way off and all was well. I continued to peel and the gauze slowly came off the head of my penis along with the piercing.

And then there was blood. Apparently whatever clotting had taken place on the drive home that kept it from bleeding more than a small spot was removed along with the gauze. There was a lot of blood. It just came pouring out of my penis in a steady stream. I let go of the gauze and the glove and put my hands on the wall to steady myself as I leaned further over the bowl. I realized that if I turned and sat down, the gauze and glove would just hang into the toilet water, and since my jeans were around my ankles I’d probably get them drenched with blood in the process. I reached over and grabbed a wad of toilet tissue and tried to at least slow the blood. Within a second it was drenched. I grabbed an even bigger wad and the same thing happened.

This wasn’t good. At least it didn’t hurt. I actually couldn’t feel anything at all. Still leaning over the bowl with one hand against the wall and the other gingerly holding toilet paper under the head of my penis, I struggled to kick my shoes off and free my jeans from my ankles. The glove was still dangling between my legs and I realized that it was swinging back and forth splattering blood all over the place. I let go of the toilet paper and dropped it in the toilet. The blood was now running down unimpeded and as I pulled the glove free I realized that I had two choices. I could stop leaning over the toilet bowl so I could open the trash can lid with the hand that I had against the wall supporting myself, or I could just drop the glove in the toilet. I went with the second option and figured I could just fish it out later.

Now, keep in mind, all this is happening and I still have to pee really bad, so my thoughts so far have been revolving around doing this as quickly as possible so I could finally pee. After dropping the glove in the bowl, I grabbed another was of toilet paper and held it against my penis. I finished removing my jeans which somehow through all this had escaped being bled on. And then I swiftly stood up and turned around and sat down.

I had read that the first few times peeing after getting the piercing done would probably sting, so I tried to let out the stream slowly. There was no stinging or burning and so I let it all free and watched as the stream went from crimson to almost clear. I called to GC who during this time had been emptying the dishwasher, completely unaware of my tribulations. She walked into the bathroom and said, “Holy fuck, that’s a lot of blood.”

I agreed and told her where she could find the gauze and asked her to get me some, as well as some paper towels. And I said she should grab some tongs and pointed to the glove sitting in the toilet. She laughed and went off to get the needed items. By now, the blood was still running but it was a steady dripping instead of a steady stream which I took at a good sign. When GC returned I realized that the 2×2 gauze would be entirely insufficient at this point and so I just grabbed 7-8 sheets of paper towels and folded them into about a 6×6 inch sheet. I held this under my penis and gingerly stood up. GC fished the glove out of the toilet and threw it away and then as she went to flush the toilet I said, “I don’t think I’m going to make it to dinner.”

She laughed and said, “No, definitely not. This is really bad.” Having spent some time in the military and seen some pretty horrific injuries, I know what a life-threating amount of blood loss looks like when it’s on the ground. I also know what bleeding from a truly severe wound looks like. In the military, unless you’re a medic, there are two options for stopping that kind of blood loss: 1. Tourniquet 2. If a tourniquet isn’t an option (abdominal wound, for instance) then hold manual pressure and pray for casevac to show up soon.

Ok, it’s more nuanced than that but you get the idea. Luckily my bleeding was not that bad and in situations like this GC knows that if I’m not panicking then everything’s probably going to be ok. I could tell she was really nervous but trying not to show it so I reassured her that although this was bad, it wasn’t life-threatening and would eventually stop. But I did consider the tourniquet momentarily. My penis isn’t an extremity, per se, and I think every medical professional in the world would advise against using a tourniquet on my penis, but I still wondered in the back of my mind if a tourniquet of some sort might work.

I figured I had probably lost about 150 ml or about half a cup of blood in the span of 3 or so minutes. I had no idea how. There are no major arteries or veins in the area of a PA piercing and although I know it’s very spongy and blood-rich flesh I never would have thought this amount of blood would come out of it so quickly. Especially when the piercer told me I probably wasn’t a ‘bleeder.’ I wasn’t really sure how I was going to stop it since a tourniquet was obviously not an option and I couldn’t really hold that much pressure because I didn’t want to damage the piercing.

So I held the paper towels under my penis, gently cradling it with one hand, and with the other hand I was gently pinching the head of my penis about ½ inch behind the piercing, or essentially in the middle of the glans, and we walked to the kitchen. GC said we should call the piercer and ask what to do. I said she would have to do it since I was a little tied up. I tried to remove the hand that was pinching, but the blood would just immediately start to flow again.

I didn’t think he’d be all that helpful but I figured it wouldn’t hurt, and besides, it would at least help GC to hear from another source confirming that, indeed, everything would turn out ok. She called and I wasn’t really paying attention but I heard GC say, “No, it’s a lot of blood. Like really, a lot.” I looked over at her and she was exasperated and searching for a way to describe it. I thought that if I told her to tell him it was probably about half a cup of blood so far he’d probably just roll his eyes, of course not knowing my experiences in the matter. I had already soaked through two 7-8 sheet ‘pads’ of folded paper towels and was on the third so I said, “Tell him we’ve gone through almost 20 paper towels so far and it’s hasn’t slowed down much.” The pinching had stopped the bleeding almost completely but I knew I couldn’t keep both hands on my penis for hours. She relayed the info and I could hear him say ‘it always looks like more than it is. Just keep the pressure on it and it will slow down.’ I told her to ask him if there were any special techniques for accomplishing that but he replied in the negative. I am well aware of the ‘it always looks like more than it is’ opinion from medical professionals, and it’s frustrating because I’m not the type to exaggerate and I’m pretty good at estimating blood loss.

I just shook my head at her and she said, “Ok, thanks,” and hung up. I told her that he said pretty much what I expected him to say and that we only had two options (what a binary day I was having). I could just keep doing what I was doing until it stopped, or we could go to the emergency room where they’d remove the piercing and then do the same. She nodded and agreed.

I could tell that, realizing our only two options were essentially the same thing, she was a little more relaxed. I told her that I would be fine and she should still go and have dinner with her parents. I told her that I would call if anything changed and so she agreed. I told her to just tell her parents that I wasn’t feeling that great so I stayed home to work on a paper for an MBA course I’m taking. “Not feeling that great” wasn’t an entirely accurate description, but it was true enough that GC thought she could sell it to her parents. She’s one of those people that finds it literally impossible to lie to her parents. Not very helpful in this kind of situation, but it’s a trait of hers that I admire.

At that point, the thought of a tourniquet came back to me. My hand was starting to get sore from pinching my penis and so I was trying to think of something I could use that would accomplish the same thing mechanically. I spotted a magnet that we have on our refrigerator that’s a clip for holding papers. We have it holding our take-out menus and it looked like the perfect size. I grabbed it, letting the menus fall to the floor. GC said ‘hey!’ not knowing what I was up to and bent to pick them up. I quickly fitted the clip onto the head of my penis in the same spot I had been pinching and sure enough, it worked. I now had one free hand.

GC stood up, took one look at me and began laughing. I said, “Hey if it works, right?” She looked at me and shook her head, laughing. I pulled the paper towels away slightly to see if it had stopped the dripping. It almost had. Maybe one drop every 10 seconds or so, which was definitely manageable.

GC left to go meet her parents and said that she would stop at the pharmacy on the way home and get some bigger gauze. I asked her to pick up some diapers too, the kind that are supposed to fit like underwear, as well as some of the ‘male guards’ for ‘minor urinary incontinence.’ She looked at me quizzically and I explained that I have to go to work on Monday and who knows if the bleeding will have stopped by then. I couldn’t imagine gauze being able to stay in place nearly the whole day, and changing it at work just didn’t seem feasible. We do have some diapers for ‘playing’ but they’re the superabsorbent plastic-backed kind and I definitely wasn’t going to waddle around work, crinkling my way down the halls all day.

She asked me if I really thought the bleeding would still be that bad and I told her that I didn’t really know, but better safe than sorry. She agreed and off she went. I grabbed a few towels that I didn’t mind if they got ruined and put them on the couch and proceeded to try and get comfortable. I sat there, clipped-dicked, watching TV.

After a couple of hours, I had to pee again. I went to the bathroom and slowly removed the clip. The head of my penis was very sore from the clip and as soon as I took it off some blood seeped out. I peed and after I was done the blood was back in free-flow. I tried to position the clip differently so as not to make the head of my penis too sore. The piercer had given me some canned saline spray and said to rinse the piercing off after peeing or to gently remove any blood. I had already used it a couple of times to try and rinse the blood off, and so grabbed it and rinsed again. It was really more of a mist than a spray and it took some doing but I was able to get a majority of the blood rinsed off and after that I just sat there for a moment, waiting to see if any blood dripped out. After about a minute I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and gently blotted the underside of my penis and there was only a small spot of blood, which was encouraging.

I made my way back to the couch and continued watching TV. I was drinking a lot of water because I knew that the pee would help the piercing heal. Before GC came home around 8pm I had peed once or twice more with better results each time. The bleeding hadn’t stopped but it was getting better.

It had been about 6 hours since I got the piercing. The bleeding was still significant enough that I didn’t feel confident enough to put on clothes but I thought I could probably take the clip off and control any bleeding with gauze. GC and I watched TV for a while and at some point, I moved in such a way that I jostled the piercing and it began to bleed again, so the clip went back on. Eventually, GC went to bed. She had to wake up early to go work out at the gym but my only task for the weekend was figuring out how to manage my bleeding, newly-pierced penis.

I tried removing the clip again and this time I was a little more successful. By now, a fairly sizable glob of dried blood had formed on the jewelry and when it did bleed the blood would just sort of ooze onto the glob and it would just get a little bigger. I was laying on my back on the couch, naked, with the exception of a small piece of gauze covering the head of my penis to wick up any blood that might drip. I ended up drifting off to sleep but woke up around 1am having to pee again. Luckily, I hadn’t stirred enough in my sleep to disturb the piercing and cause it to bleed freely, but when I peed it did start to bleed again. I decided to try and wrap it with gauze and a glove like the piercer did and call it a night. It was difficult but I managed to get it on and taped in place went back on the couch to sleep.

I was expecting to find a glove full of bloody gauze in the morning but much to my surprise it wasn’t that bad. The gauze was only about half-soaked but the glob of dried blood had grown a lot bigger completely engulfing the piercing. It looked like my penis had a wet clown nose on. I agree it was gross. GC, however, found it fascinating. One thing I took as a good sign, after my morning pee, is that the opening of my urethra no longer looked plugged with dried blood. The only dried blood seemed to be what was left on the piercing.

The piercer had told me not to disturb any clots or dry discharge. I imagine he was thinking something much more minimal than was currently entrapping the piercing, but I decided to leave it be. Later that morning I was thinking that taking a hot shower would loosen the dried blood and hopefully allow it to come off. I was encouraged by the fact that each time I peed only one or two small drops of diluted blood would come out afterward.

Before my shower, I soaked the piercing in the warm, weak salt solution that was suggested in the pamphlet the piercer had given me: 1tsp salt to 8 oz. of water using natural or pure sea salt only, not table salt. I used a Gladware container that held a quart of water and soaked the piercing for about 20 minutes. It didn’t loosen the dried blood as much as I would have expected, and likewise with my shower. The glob did slide further down the piercing and away from the urethra opening so I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would be able to remove it.

I remained naked that day, and I think the fact that I had done so since we had gotten home the previous afternoon had a big part in helping the bleeding stop. The piercing, for the most part, had remained stationary and wasn’t jostled by clothing. GC and I sat around and watched (American) football all day and I told her that I was worried that putting on underwear would just cause the bleeding to begin as bad as it had been before. I knew sooner or later I would have to, but I wanted to put it off as long as possible.

At some point, GC and I were talking about how it was amazing how much it had been bleeding the day before, especially since it seemed to have nearly stopped entirely. That’s when I remembered that I had taken some Aleve (naproxen) a few hours before going to get the piercing. I had taken it thinking that it didn’t have any effect on blood clotting but now I was curious. I looked online and sure enough, it does have an effect, although a minor one. This at least helped explain why the bleeding had been so bad and also was so much better less than 24 hours later.

The pamphlet I had recommended soaking the piercing twice daily for at least the first week. That evening after dinner I decided to soak it again, in water that was as hot as I could stand. After leaving it to soak for a good half hour, I got a few cotton swabs out of the bathroom. Using two of them, one in each hand, I gently manipulated and rubbed the dried blood and it slowly began to disintegrate, and after about 15 minutes I had it fully removed. Other than a small clot on the underside hole, I was not blood-glob free. And the bleeding had not recurred. The only bleeding I experienced was the same one or two diluted drops immediately following peeing.

GC and I talked about going to bed that night and I had to make a decision. Either I could use the gauze and glove like the previous night, or I could chance it and use one of the diapers GC had picked up the day before. I decided that I should go with the diaper. I figured that if any significant bleeding would occur as the result of wearing it, I would want to know now, instead of when I was getting ready for work the next morning. I very gingerly pulled the diaper on and I crossed my fingers. I had to iron my clothes and get things ready for the morning, so while doing so I attempted to move about in the same way I normally would and not try and lessen the jostling of the piercing by walking strangely or anything like that.

I checked several times and there were only minor spots of blood which was very encouraging. I told GC she should head off to bed and I would follow her in a bit. I watched TV on the couch for another hour, periodically checking for blood. Same result, just some minor spots. I was worried that my nocturnal erections would change all that but I went to bed with the hope that good news would continue in the morning.

I was awoken around 3:30AM by a sharp pain. I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, realizing on the way that the pain was being caused by a massive rock-hard erection putting a strain on the piercing. It felt like the bottom of the tip of my penis was being cut in two. Before I had even walked the 15 paces to the bathroom the erection had lessened and the pain had disappeared. Although I was grateful I had been hoping I could get the bathroom and take a look before that happened. I was worried that the piecing diameter was in fact too small and this caused me to worry about the much-feared cheese cutter effect. I peed and saw that the blood in the diaper was no worse than just a few small stains and went back to bed.

When I got up, I was very happy to see that there was no carnage hidden in the diaper. I was confident that I could last the day at work without hemorrhaging. I still wanted to be cautious and so I decided to still wear a diaper. As we were getting ready for work I was fretting to GC about if the diaper might be obvious under my clothes. She didn’t think it was but she asked to see how much blood had in fact been in the diaper from that night. I showed her and she said that she thought the diaper would be overkill and said I should just use one of the male guards and bring a few with me just in case. I figured she was right so that’s what I did.

Pretty much as soon as I got to work I had to pee. I went to a stall since I didn’t want to risk an accident first thing in the morning. I had been observing the steam every time I had peed since getting the piercing so I was pretty sure that I could pee at the urinal since every time so far I still had a single stream and it didn’t shoot off in weird directions. The only difference between unpierced peeing and pierced peeing so far had just been the drips off of the jewelry during the fact.

Later that morning I had to pee again, badly. I had been about to go pee when my phone rang and I ended up getting stuck for 30 minutes, and 15 minutes into the conversation I felt like I would burst. I hurried off to the bathroom and sure enough, both stalls were occupied. I didn’t feel like I could hold it and go to another floor in the building to find an available stall, so I crossed my fingers and went to the urinal. No mishaps at all. I was very pleased.

The one thing that was unpleasant was that the piercing had become sore from being jostled in my clothes. The guard helped hold everything in one position but nevertheless, my movements throughout the day had an effect. I realized that if the jewelry rotated all the way one direction or the other and pushed the bead against either the urethra opening or the piercing opening on the bottom then I would get a very unpleasant pinching sensation. This tends to happen more often if I’m unable to get things positioned properly just after peeing and the piercing is able to rotate freely since the urine has a lubricating effect.

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