Woke up this morning and putzed around; fed the cat, took care of the fish, surfed the net, and cleaned the bird cages. My Sun Conure (small parrot) wasn't having as a relaxed morning as I was. He can see out onto the sidewalk in front of our place and he's always startled by people walking their dogs. It puts him on edge when he sees small animals or children outside of our place.
Then he heard my wife get up and he hates her. He nervously waited for her to barge into the bird room. She didn't, but he was still on the lookout. My normal routine involves letting Stanley shower with me. He loves showers, it calms him down. This morning, though, he didn't get a shower. So I placed him on the paper towel rack next to the mirror in the bathroom so he could hang out with me while I shave. He's pretty attentive and curious about what I do, especially when I'm whipping up the lather. Well, since he was so strung out, he kept nervously fluttering.
I let the little guy get to me. I should have just put him away, but I didn't. By this time, I'm starting to feel a little rushed. Completely out of my zone. Wrong day to pick the Joris. On a good or normal day, I can handle it without problems, but when I'm distracted or stressed, I tend to hurry things. The first two passes went OK. They weren't exactly smooth and comfortable. I could feel a little skin being scraped off, but no big deal. I wasn't bleeding or anything.
Third pass ATG and Stanley, while I'm in the middle of clearing my chin, lets out a huge SQUAAAAKKK!. I jumped a little and then felt that familiar sting. A few seconds later, blood. I put Stanley away and finished my shave. I quickly finished the rest of my face with WTG passes and stopped before injuring myself any more. The gash in my chin was about an inch long. I had to peel away the flapping skin. The cold water felt nice, but the alum block killed me. When the alum block failed to stop the bleeding, I used the styptic pencil. Never before had I felt that much pain. The balm even stung.
There are a bunch of morals to this story, but I'm not sure what they are. I'm dense that way...because I will probably have Stanley with me tomorrow on the same perch. I might use a milder razor this time around, only until my cut heals.
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