Mach III
That’s the kind of razor blade that I use, Mach III. It may seem hard to understand, but I’m happy to say that. When I was in college I started, as a late bloomer, to shave with an electric razor. Since I only needed to once or twice a week it wasn’t that big of a deal. Shortly after Connie and I were married I started to use a manual razor. Even though I had the occasional nick or cut, it was nice to have a smoother face.
When I woke up the morning of March 4th it was important for me to shave after I showered. I knew the day would entail me being admitted to the hospital and I wanted get properly “groomed” before leaving. Truth be told, I even pulled out the nose hair clippers. Getting in and out of the shower, not to mention standing with some balance concerns, was difficult enough. But, life goes on.
When the alarm went off on March 7th I could barely open my eyes. Well, I couldn’t open my eyes. All that I could do was tilt my head back. It was so bad that for a few months I had to have Connie tell me how my hair looked after I combed it. But, I still shaved with my Mach III. Connie would tell me “you don’t need to do that” and “why don’t you use Grant’s electric razor?”. (Grant’s not a late bloomer) It felt good. I finished getting ready for work while Connie took Colin and his friend Brian Pettit to school.
Once I was dressed in my “big boy” clothes I went to make my usual bowl of oatmeal. When Connie walked in I was eating and drinking a cup of coffee. As a side note, you should never drink coffee when you’re on steroids. The heartburn from the medicine turns into regurgitation. I’ll leave it at that.
Connie looked at me and said “what happened to you?”. “Where did the blood come from on your shirt?” My response was, of course, “what blood?”. Apparently, my Mach III had gotten away from me and had “nicked”, or more appropriately put “sliced”, my ear. The bleeding wouldn’t stop. The suspicion that maybe I shouldn’t be using a manual razor still hasn’t.
As far as this week, I’ve had close shaves of the good kind. There were many good times with family, friends and coworkers. I had the chance to see three happy grandma’s. My mom and two sisters on Friday. One of those sisters, Marlene, is the newbie in grandma-hood. I think she was glowing. They had made their annual pilgrimage to Columbus, for Christmas shopping, and I was lucky enough to have lunch with them. The time flew by way to fast. I think we all could have exchanged stories for quite some time.
My mom has seen two of her sons be laid to rest. No-one should ever have to go through that even once. That’s why I’m committed to a long life of better health and happiness.
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