Here is a photo of my bedside table.  No arrangement or cleaning.  Bedisde table raw.

As you can see my bed is not made.  Why make it when I am going to mess it right up again. The sheets are clean.  That is what matters.  The book is a school leftover that I did not want sell on Amazon.  The class was accelerated and left a lot of stories, plays and poems unread.  I am reading through them.  The bottom middle is an electric blanket controller.  I had to get rid of my favorite down comforter.  I cannot tolerate the down anymore, sneezy all night long.  Boo Hoo. The lotion is this really great, minty foot cream with tea tree oil.  I rub it into my feet at night.  It feels so good.  The black thing below and right of it is my sleeping mask.  I used to use it when I worked nights.  Below and to the right of that is a little piece of Hershey's chocolate with almonds. Chocolate needs no explanation.  The white thing next to my phone is a never used in a toilet toilet bowl brush.  A patient of mine had one with her in the hospital.  She told me they are the best back scratchers around.  She was right.  National Enquirer on top of the books.  OJ was beaten in prison.  I wonder if he got even a little idea of how his dead wife felt when he beat her?

So tell me, what's on your beside table?

Okay, here is a story about me.  That IS what this blog is about...me and my perception of outside of me.  That IS all I know, after all.

If you follow this blog,you'll know that I am a nurse.  When I first started being a nurse I worked on the general floor in a small hospital.  I cared for mostly wide awake people who needed much teaching in order to promote best outcome, health wise.  I used to get a lot of elderly women who had urinary tract infections moving towards sepsis.  Most of the women, when asked how much water they drank, would tell me something like "Not much, when I drink water I have to pee all the time."  I would explain to them that it is important to urinate often because the urine kills and washes out the various bacteria that wants to climb up your urethra. (sometimes I would say pee and pee hole, depending on the patients sensibilities).  Now, I am that old lady.  So drink more water Susan.  Your urethra is begging you to.