So I went to see my Neurologist yesterday. I’ve had twelve infusions of my M.S. medicine and he wanted to look in on my progress. So far, so good! I do have one new legion in my brain, but it’s “small and unremarkable” according to my latest nap in the giant magnet sandwich bun (better known as the Open MRI).
I have to say, as reluctant as I was to start this course of treatment, it does help some. I still experience many symptoms, but they haven’t grown much worse. Can’t really ask for more since most M.S. therapy is like wearing a blindfold, spinning around in circles and releasing an arrow hoping you’ll hit somewhere… anywhere near the target.
I have been feeling pretty good lately. That is until I shaved yesterday. I don’t use a razor anymore because my hands shouldn’t really be entrusted with anything that sharp close so my neck. I use an electric shaver to clean up what little actually grows on top of my head and once I finish that, I adjust the guide and trim my face. During the colder months (like Beardvember and Decembeard) I grow facial hair to stay a bit warmer. While I trimmed my moustache area, my hand spasmed, pushed the guide in too close and removed all the hair above the right half of my upper lip.
I looked in the mirror and (obviously) uttered a number of expletives that you could probably still hear were you to travel to the greater North Western corridor of Rhode Island. Fortunately the boys were preoccupied watching a movie and didn’t react. I thought about leaving my face alone, but half a moustache just wasn’t the look I was truly going for. So with much frustration, I shaved the left half off too.
Now I look Amish.
The Only Amish Jew Drummer Author Stay At Home Dad in Rhode Island. Not too many folks can claim that mouthful of a title! I may even have to change my Facebook profile (NOT!) Though the top of my head remains barren as the surface of the moon, I do have the ability to grow facial hair relatively quickly. In a few days the follicles should bloom, popping forth like leaves in springtime.
So make fun while you can. Take a stab at my expense. Swing away with no fear of retaliation! I’d love to hear what you all think of my recent predicament.