For the first time in weeks, Craig vomited. As Jill and I readied him to use the urinal, he whispered a word we hadn't heard in ages -- bucket. Bucket? Bucket? Oh, the bucket! Something that needn't articulation even a month ago -- only a subtle flick of the hand or look on his face -- is now as bizarre as its storage place. Once a well used fixture in his room, I had to actively think "where the hell did we put his bucket?" Fortunately, I retrieved it from his crowded closet just in time.
It's a wonder what stirred the bee's nest; whatever it was, the bees stung today, adding insult to injury. Still, it was only one vomit spell as opposed to the onslaught of vomiting episodes that we experienced just a short time ago. One spell; we'll take it! ~E
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