I recently started the New Year in the hospital having fallen and blacking out. My hospital nurses and doctors were very good and friendly. I used to be afraid of the hospital thinking that I will end up dead. Now I['ve been given a new refreshed life as a human. I don't have any after effects from the fall. I have a walker (called Rollator) and had to go through a whole slew of therapy. You'd think I can't speak or cook after falling. I thank God that I['m alive and that my outlook is bright.
I just cut my Dad's hair. He's been my customer (of one - I'm not a professional hairdresser by any means) eversince COVID reared it's ugly head and decimated peoples of different countries. My Dad has a new haircut that isn't like a tapered profile, it's more like a Prince Valiant haircut, but more close to the head and lacking front hair due to age and balding symptoms. He smiled at me when I cut his and told me that I'm a good hair cutter. I agreed replying "I'd be a good hair cutter if you ask me and not pay me any money."
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