Not mine for thee
I am reminded of a phlebotomist who
would never succeed in extracting a droplet of blood from out of my veins, no
matter how hard he tried. That he is in that position must mean he is fully
qualified to attend to such a delicate matter.
Yet, at closer to 7 than 6 feet tall
and with a frame that would well be found with lumberjacks than in a hospital, his
hands large as fans to compare with elephant ears that no matter how soft they
are their gigantic expanse presents an apparent Lilliputian to a Gulliver in
scrubs, almost too terrifying to countenance.
My first sight of him as he approached
with a bowl of vials and phlebotomy paraphernalia my veins seized up and
decided, no dainty word of comfort said from thee shall my veins yield to thy
touch. By the time I was pricked and poked that I was a humanoid representation
of the Swiss cheese called Emmental, I was sent to the hospital’s blood room
where dexterity and capacity meant they could make stones exsanguinate and I to
them was not a stone.
Oiling of the epidermis
The other day, I thought about my
chapped lips that I hate putting lip balm on as it feels so irritating, I am
ready to wipe it off in minutes. Surprisingly, I endured a whole night of the
application of the lip balm and not since I used Wet Lips way back in Nigeria,
a liquid balm with a roll-on applicator that gives a glistening and glossy look
that might appear unusual on males but worked a treat.
That I have preferred to peel
off dried skin from my lips despite the bruising and pain than using a balm is
strange but convenient. Then moisturisation is a necessity I too often decline
to my detriment, from hands to skin shedding on the soles of my feet and certain
hard hands that might entertain a visit from a version of lib balm for the
manicurist’s table.
I guess whilst parts of my face can
seem to be oily, my skin needs a bit more care than I readily submit myself to essential
grooming. I get the best care for my skin when Brian not only insists but is
at hand, those hands to give my feet more than the kneading and care required.
