Last night was like having a newborn! We were up every three hours, if not more, giving pain medicine and heading to the bathroom. Lasix are not so great at night! After a fitful sleep, I got up for breakfast. I brought back as much food as I could hold for Trent to eat plus snacks throughout the day. I am sure I looked like a pig with condiments and oranges stuffed in my pockets and carrying two overflowing plates. :) Oh well, just another sacrifice for my healing husband!
Late last night Trent and I sat down for a "talk". I initiated this one. I told him we needed to discuss the Amish beard and the possibility of getting rid of it. Seriously, he looks like Moes from "The Office". Trent didn't seem too thrilled with the idea. I really don't mind facial hair too much and I think Trent looks good with it. Since he has had all this chemo he doesn't really grow any hair on his upper lip. So when he grows facial hair it only comes in as a beard. I don't love that look. While I was down stuffing my pockets at the continental breakfast, Trent jumped up and shaved his beard. (When I say "jumped" I really mean he hobbled along slowly.) When I returned I didn't even notice until I saw his razor on the bathroom counter. That was a nice surprise!
|A clean shaven Trent!|
|How I love that smooth face!|