The body artist who installed mine - someone very competent with decades of experience - dropped interesting tidbits of information as we were chatting. Things like “if you implant things here in your arm, I wouldn’t recommend it because some people who did ended up with intractable pain further up, because this or that nerve gets irritated” or “Implants of this or that shape in very fleshy bits have a chance to dive down and disappear in fat tissue”.
Obviously he knows his stuff, but here’s the thing: professionals in the alternative and somewhat shady world of body modifications know these things. But ordinary shmucks like us never get to find out because body artists typically don’t write reports about them.
In the ultra-stuffy medical world, everything is documented. Even a non-medical professional can find just about any information about any odd procedure and its outcome if they look hard enough. Other medical specialists in the same field are quickly made aware of something that happened to one of their colleague’s patients if they bother to stay abreast of things.
But body artists? Not so much: at best it’s word of mouth between them, or hearsay based on their patrons who report on their experience in their own non-professional words - and few of us outside of that little circle get to know the gems of information that would allow us to make an informed decision before visiting a body modification parlor.
Case in point: I chose my body artist solely based on my wacky piercer friend’s opinion of him, who told me “Yeah, that guy’s good!”. And after chatting with him some, I realized he was right - as my arm was open and his finger was inside it. As opposed to me gobbling up medical research papers before visiting a hospital and meeting a surgeon who I know isn’t allowed anywhere near a scalpel before going to medical school for many years and taking stringent exams. I can tell you, that ain’t me at all normally.
I’ll say this freely: the way the world of body modification operates doesn’t sit right with me. If I wasn’t forced to resort to body artists by unwilling doctors, I never would. I know most of them are competent and knowledgeable, and I’m glad I get to meet interesting “alternative lifestyle” people my 9-to-5 boring ass would never meet otherwise, but the entire profession is way too informal for me.
You say you knew what happens when this-or-that implant is implanted in the hand or in the arm, and it’s not early adopter stuff. Well, it’s not for you but it was for me and for most of us implantees here, because we didn’t know. And no amount of pre-visit research would have revealed that precious hidden body artist knowledge.
Do you see where I’m coming from?