- Pre-shave: Warm shower and coconut and coffee scrub
- Razor: Fatip Grande
- Blade: 7 o'clock Permasharp Stainless
- Brush: Eric Sorrentino Gratitude
- Soap: Wholly Kaw
- Aftershave: Thayer's Original, Pinaud Whiskey Reserve
- Frag: none
- Music: Punchline - Just Say Yes
Yesterday just kinda sucked all the way through. I think it's time for a mental health break, but that's not really an option right now. I can't use the word that perfectly describes my first call, so I'll just call it a medical mystery. I love my partner, but his inexperience can really hinder me in stressful moments. We haven't gotten our telepathic communication yet, so he kinda just stands there waiting for me to tell him what to do. Mel came out to help me with this call and things went a lot smoother after she got there. Long story, short, nobody knows why he started seizing, including the hospital. My next, also my last, call involved a guy who was throwing up because reasons. I did everything I could to help him and he was still an ass to me. I thought about going back in to cuss him out, but it wasn't worth my time and not very professional. That guy really pissed me off and I accidentally let my frustration out on Venessa. She's getting a serious apology when she gets home.
I'm gonna start going through my samples because reasons. I started with Merchant of Tobacco because why not. I know WK scents are generally polarizing, and this one is no different. I can't figure out if I like it, really like it, or love it. I'm a huge tobacco fan, but there's obviously more going on than just tobacco. I'll figure it out over the next few shaves. I also shaved my mustache, which is exactly why I grabbed the Grande. The impressively aggressive nature of the razor made cutting down my mustache a breeze. There's something therapeutic about shaving my mustache because I feel like a weight has been lifted.
Dave ate my picture, he just doesn't know it yet because he hasn't read this just yet.
The song above has a lot of sentimental value. There's a person in my phone book who is named Ghostie. No need to delve into why that's her name.
Mel called me last night to ask for my opinion on how she treated her patient. She's one of my mentors and I've of my best friends, and to say that it's a big deal for her to ask my opinion is an understatement. But that was reassurance that I know what I'm doing and to stop worrying. I need a nap. I'll end my ranting and raving to get that taken care of; I didn't sleep very well last night because of how upset I was. I hope you're all well. Thanks for reading, Cadre.