I am dreaming about plumbers...filthy, nasty, sewage-drenched plumbers...plumber's butt...plumber's tools...this is ALL I see or can think about!
As you might have already guessed (and decided to RUN while you still can from this blog), my plumbing saga continues. It's been yet another day of "spit" bathes, phone calls, and decisions about which kidney I should consider selling at this point to pay for my repairs. I understand fully now why patients were snarly at the idea of a bed bath (this was back in the Stone Age when I did my nurse's training)...if I HAD anyone here besides myself to yell at during my bucket bathing routine, I'm sure I would!
Right now, the plan is to have "Ray The Drain Guy" come out and give his best shot at clearing whatever monster is lurking about 80 feet out in my sewer pipe. The city has already been out and said essentially it is NOT their problem...I think they were smirking and laughing as they drove away...damn government employees! Oh wait, I AM one of those creatures, too.
Ray The Drain Guy will be out tomorrow afternoon and literally "give it a whirl" in the sewer system...if Ray The Drain Guy can open things up, I swear I will never mock another plumber for as long as I live. If he can't, well then they're just fair game again for cheap shots.
If Ray The Drain Guy fails to win my undying love, then I'm back to square one...kidney for sale. I doubt the surgery to remove my kidney will hurt as much as bending over and "taking it" from the Five Grand estimate team who will then come out and fasten themselves to my hillside with ropes and pulleys and DIG my side sewer up by HAND!
On a good note (if you can call a Federally Declared Disaster "good") the rivers here in Western Washington have crested and the massive flood waters are beginning to recede. Washingtonians may soon be able to DRIVE to their homes (at least what is left of them) versus taking a BOAT. And, although more rain is still in the forecast, it's not expected to fall so quickly and cause more flooding. This is "good", right?!?
So, as a hopeful distraction, I'm going to head over to my favorite MS blogger's sites and immerse myself in someone else's problems or sick sense of humor. I doubt even this action will cause me to "sing", but at least it might slow the nervous plumbing willies circling the drain in my stomach!...