My Name Is Martin

There are approximately six billion, six hundred and sixty-nine million people on the earth right now, But in relation to that there is probably close to three times as many different diseases, pesticides, and pathogens floating around our atmosphere, not to mention on our skin and in our lungs. They are everywhere and there is nothing I can do to stop them.

My name is Martin…

Five fifty-five. I awaken to the monotone buzz of the alarm. I pull a pair of slacks, polo shirt, and underwear out of my closet. It doesn’t matter which I pick; they are all identical. I enter the bathroom, close door, and double check the lock. I close the window, and check the door locks again. I turn on the water, two turns hot, one turn cold, then I grab a new bar of soap. As I disrobe, I fold everything and place them into their respectful laundry stacks.

Then I grab the new bar of soap and wash my hands, rinse, then I wash my hair, shampoo, rinse, shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse, wash my hands, rinse then I wash my shoulders and arms, rinse, wash my hands, rinse, wash my back, rinse, wash my hands, rinse, wash my chest, rinse, wash my hands, rinse, wash my left leg, rinse, wash my hands, rinse, wash my right leg, rinse, wash my hands.

Then I turn off the water, cold first, hot second. I grab a towel and dry my hair and face, fold that towel then grab another towel and dry my arms and torso, then fold that towel and grab another towel and dry my legs, then I fold that towel, and place those three towels in their sacks. Then I put on my underwear and slacks. Then I put on deodorant, and wash my hands. Then I shave, turn on one turn hot water, then I warm the cream in my hands and lather, then I wash my hands in the hot water, then I grab a new razor with a new head. One stroke then wash the head, another stroke and wash, until finished. I grab a washcloth and wipe the excess off, and fold the cloth, then I wash my face with another cloth, then fold it and place both in there respected sacks, put on my shirt then wash my hands, and put the towel into it's sack and finally put each sack into the laundry pile.

As I finish up in the bathroom the clock shows six forty-five, just enough time to grab my lunch from the kitchen and get to work. I lock all the doors and check them twice, and then I unlock the front door exit and lock it again, checking it twice again. After that I start to my car, but today was different, as I started down my front steps, my left foot caught on something and in a mater of half a second, I am facedown in my front lawn.
…and I have a problem.