This giant bump has formed on my face under my eyebrow piercing over the past few days. My piercing was fully healed previous to the bump. It’s been steady growing in width and hight and I need to know of this is something I need to worry about. It’s warm to the touch and very painful.
I haven’t hit/ snagged the piercing or my face recently. Can I pop it ? Does this look like an infection or a cyst?
Thanks you for your time.
I (f22) thought I had finally gotten my shit together. I’m a piercer I have a wonderful career. Or had ig. I’ve been at the shop I started my career at for two years and I found out I had a huge opportunity on the south coast so I put in my notice with my boss and did a whole goodbye sale and I thought I was gonna be transitioning into a beautiful new chapter of my life. Well I get to the new place and tell them I’m there to start working. They say they have no clue who I am, ok cool maybe I’m at the wrong place, I call the number I had been in contact with and it was a disconnected line. Having no job and no place to go I turn right back around and head back to my hometown. I stop by the shop and the boss says I don’t have a place there anymore. They hadn’t replaced me. They just don’t want me anymore? They are mad at me for leaving in the first place ? I was only gone for a day. Before I picked up my life and moved I sold most of my belongings. My tv. Bed. Dresser, kitchen supplies ECT, as I wanted a fresh start in a fresh place. So now I’m homeless and jobless. Living in my car with my poor cat who doesn’t deserve to be confined to my car because of me. I have a few interviews set up with other shops local to me. But I feel so alone and so dumb. Who told me to pick up and move my life to a strange place just to ghost me? What did they gain from that? Why did they give me real credentials and a real name if it wasn’t them? What do I do? Where do I go ? I was already living paycheck to paycheck I don’t even have enough cash for a janky motel. My poor cat doesn’t understand why we can’t go home and why he can’t lay in the kitchen windowsill. I feel so guilty. I feel so stupid and naive. I wasn’t expecting to be left high and dry by everyone in my life. So I’m typing this in a parking lot. Just wondering how I’m gonna make it through this week. I’m lost and alone and idk what to do. I feel like I’ve exhausted all my options and energy on everything just to have nothing to show for it. I don’t wanna do this anymore. I’m so tired of surviving. I’m so tired of being alone. Does anyone have any advice?
I (f22) thought I had finally gotten my shit together. I’m a piercer I have a wonderful career. Or had ig. I’ve been at the shop I started my career at for two years and I found out I had a huge opportunity on the south coast so I put in my notice with my boss and did a whole goodbye sale and I thought I was gonna be transitioning into a beautiful new chapter of my life. Well I get to the new place and tell them I’m there to start working. They say they have no clue who I am, ok cool maybe I’m at the wrong place, I call the number I had been in contact with and it was a disconnected line. Having no job and no place to go I turn right back around and head back to my hometown. I stop by the shop and the boss says I don’t have a place there anymore. They hadn’t replaced me. They just don’t want me anymore? They are mad at me for leaving in the first place ? I was only gone for a day. Before I picked up my life and moved I sold most of my belongings. My tv. Bed. Dresser, kitchen supplies ECT, as I wanted a fresh start in a fresh place. So now I’m homeless and jobless. Living in my car with my poor cat who doesn’t deserve to be confined to my car because of me. I have a few interviews set up with other shops local to me. But I feel so alone and so dumb. Who told me to pick up and move my life to a strange place just to ghost me? What did they gain from that? Why did they give me real credentials and a real name if it wasn’t them? What do I do? Where do I go ? I was already living paycheck to paycheck I don’t even have enough cash for a janky motel. My poor cat doesn’t understand why we can’t go home and why he can’t lay in the kitchen windowsill. I feel so guilty. I feel so stupid and naive. I wasn’t expecting to be left high and dry by everyone in my life. So I’m typing this in a parking lot. Just wondering how I’m gonna make it through this week. I’m lost and alone and idk what to do. I feel like I’ve exhausted all my options and energy on everything just to have nothing to show for it. I don’t wanna do this anymore. I’m so tired of surviving. I’m so tired of being alone. Does anyone have any advice?