Before heading out to the gym today, I decided to do some shaving. If I don't shave, and I sweat, my face can really start to break out.
I use an electric razor. Something about real razors that close to my jugular has always freaked me out, so I spend money every couple of years on a Norelco or Braun electric razor. Of late, I've used a foil razor. It sort of does the trick. But with a foil razor, if you wait too long between shaves, it can actually hurt a bit as you scrape your face. But, of course aside from redness which immediately goes away, no big deal.
Today while I was shaving, I noticed the usual slight discomfort was a bit amplified and of a different, sharper character. I looked at the razor and noticed nothing out of the ordinary, so I went back to shaving, and it seemed to get worse. And then I noticed I was actually bleeding a little.
This is what I did to myself:
|the red in my eye if just from an overabundance of Yuletide Spirit|
The scratches should be part of a cautionary tale, like: oh, you can tell he fought a bear. But in my case, it looks like I lost a fight to a cat. Which isn't as cool.
Apparently Jamie noticed my razor fell over and put it back. What neither or us noticed was that the foil was damaged. Because my razor was sitting where it always sits, I couldn't figure out what changed between Wednesday morning and today, and just assumed I was a bigger wimp today than in every other preceding day. Until the blood.
See, this is how I know I'm going to die in a completely preventable manner. "Oh, you mean you shouldn't just wake up with your pillow soaked in your own blood every morning? I just thought that was part of getting older."
I am an idiot.