Next week, all week long, I will be without bathroom.
Zip. Zilch. Nada way(s) to accommodate my walnut-sized bladder for a full five days.
This is for a fabulous reason - we're getting our bathroom redone, and it will be chic, beautiful, and clean. But the fact remains - for an entire week, every time my high-fiber breakfast starts going to work, I'll have to run downstairs and knock on my neighbor's door...and blush furiously.
It's an issue that I'm dealing with through advance mental preparation, but it brings to mind one of the many-varied problems of adulthood: what about plumbing when your place has only one bathroom?
For those of us who are urbanites, and/or those of us whose income mirrors my own (read: is tiny), the luxury of a second bathroom is not even a possibility, and won't be for the foreseeable future.
If a plunger can't fix it, then, you're stuck - to be truly prepared, should I also have an emergency chamberpot? An emergency port-a-john? An emergency stronger stomach/will/bladder?
I'm one of the lucky ones; embarrassment aside, I'm at least allowed to shower/brush my teeth/function bodily in my neighbor's bathroom.
Next week will be a lesson in dreading the day when that's not the case...
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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