WHERE IS MY RAZOR?????

My wife is a teacher, so she is home all day during the summer. On that particular Monday, she knew that I really needed the rest, so when I slept right through my alarm, she let me sleep -- The office could wait -- This was my health, right?

I, however, didn't see it the same way. When I woke up late and saw the time, I was immediately agitated. "Why did you let me sleep? I have to go to the office", I said. I tried to hurry to get myself ready to go, and that's where the problem really showed itself.

You see, I have an electric razor that has been in the same spot in our bathroom for about 8 years -- 2nd Drawer down, next to my hairbrush. But that morning, as I spent 20 minutes searching for the razor, including in the drawer, it was nowhere to be found. I walked out of our bedroom, and made it halfway down the stairs to the main level of the house. "Judy -- WHERE IS MY RAZOR?" I shouted, and she went upstairs to help me out and look for it. And, as you can probably imagine, 10 seconds later she emerged from the bedroom, after finding my razor in the 2nd Drawer down, next to my hairbrush.

"Where was it?" I asked. She quietly explained that it was right where it always was -- An answer that, at the time, I didn't believe. I was convinced (wrongly so) that she had hidden the razor to stop me from going to work, so that I could rest. I took the razor, went upstairs, got ready, and went to the office.

Oh yeah -- One more thing... Even after all of that, I FORGOT to shave. Sitting at the office, as that fact finally sunk in, I was convinced that something was going on with me. A quick call to my transplant coordinator convinced me to get back to the ER, which I did. And soon, I was admitted for my first inpatient stay...