I have an immune deficiency disease. Everywhere I go I bleach everything, everything is bleached before it comes in my house... everything. At times I even bleach my hands if there's no soap around. I bleach them before and after I go for a walk in the park. I hate bleach but I find comfort in it because I know that in so many ways its helping to protect me. There's hope. Because of beach I can stop and see the flowers blooming outside. And that brings me a sense of calm. So does the damn bleach.