Really, we are starting to wonder how we made it through thirty (+) years with such a low appreciation for the bucket. As we mentioned before, as soon as one use for the bucket ends (we’ve had more gas and hot water lately, so we aren’t really having to heat water for baths anymore) a new (although in this scenario, classic) use emerges. Atticus has had a cold this last week (of course he has a cold because he went back to school after the break and all the little germy kids got together and infected each other with whatever they brewed up while traveling around on vacation!) and he has had some chest congestion/a cough. You may not know this about Atticus (if you’re lucky) but the kid is a puker. He has stomach issues, generally: when he was a baby, we had to literally carry towels around when we left the house with him because he threw up constantly; when he’s nervous his stomach hurts and he gets diarrhea or nausea; when he’s nauseous he forces himself to throw up; and when he has a cough, he coughs so enthusiastically that it often makes him vomit.
So, even though we’ve had almost no stomach problems here as far as food-borne illness goes (which Sam attributes to a highly vigilant food cleaning and cooking system, which she has lightened up on slowly in increments to build up our tolerance little by little), we’ve still had to deploy the buckets next to Atticus because since he gets coughing he can’t make it to the bathroom in time to deal with the coughing consequence. It’s actually sort of funny how routine having a bucket next to Atticus has become.
What does this story have to do with living n Dhaka? Nothing really, but we thought we’d keep our ongoing narrative about the uses of buckets running and share this lovely little detail with you all. (He is feeling much better by the way and the bucket has been put away, for now.)
So, even though we’ve had almost no stomach problems here as far as food-borne illness goes (which Sam attributes to a highly vigilant food cleaning and cooking system, which she has lightened up on slowly in increments to build up our tolerance little by little), we’ve still had to deploy the buckets next to Atticus because since he gets coughing he can’t make it to the bathroom in time to deal with the coughing consequence. It’s actually sort of funny how routine having a bucket next to Atticus has become.
What does this story have to do with living n Dhaka? Nothing really, but we thought we’d keep our ongoing narrative about the uses of buckets running and share this lovely little detail with you all. (He is feeling much better by the way and the bucket has been put away, for now.)
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