Evidence #39 For Why I Could Hide My Own Easter Eggs

     I may have 4-eyes on most occasions, but today I needed 6 -- hrmph! 

           Since I've started peritoneal dialysis, I've begun to notice small changes in my person.  Most noticeably and most recent I've begun to notice an increase in my energy (PRAISE GOD)!
I'm not taking breaks out of my day to nap or coming home and going straight to bed.  Rather, fortunately (or unfortunately)  I've begun to resume owlish habits -- that is, I love to stay up late!!!  The trade off, however, is that I need a few false starrts before I finally lumber out of bed :)
This past week I have found dialysis to be a real hindrance to my 'system'.  After enjoying a productive envening spent cooking, washing clothes, and writing I lost all track of time and connected before midnight.  Now, while I make no claims to be Cinderella (my talking mice NEVER help me accessorize), and midnight is not my bewitching hour, 7:40 is.  For at 7:40 I either catch miy ride to work OR WALK! 
Did you know that I can get ready in 10 minutes? 
      FYI: Pretty is overrated :)
LESSON LEARNED!

Life in this gal's house has changed significantly with the addition of home dialysis.  Boxes, bags, gauze & tape.  With all the supplies, other less life-dependant items have been tucked here, shoved there, thus explains the challenges I faced this morning. For those of you who know me personally, you can attest to my giftedness at hiding things.  Its a rare and special talent.  What you say is the benefit of such an unique 'specialness'?  Well..... How many of you can hide...your..own...Easter eggs?  You can, well sure, but can you find them with equal enthusiasm?  Nope, I didn't think so... I my friend.... am special.  Yep,  I hate to brag, but everyone says so,  in fact,  I hear my co-workers say it often :)
It just so happened that this morning in an effort to break my own personal best time getting ready, that I happened upon an absolutely stunning spray bottle.  It fit my hand in the most fantastic of ways, it squirted with ease and the spray velocity was generous.  Its too bad, it was bleach.  Yep, in my haste to liven my curl I grabbed my catheter cleanser -- B-L-E-A-C-H.  While my eyes failed me, my nose quickly told me my hair product was oh-so-not!
Note to self-- pick up a counter-top organizer this weekend....
             Another lesson learned -- but hey I just found my new favorite spray bottle ;D

--V