The week before Thanksgiving, The Texan was in New Jersey for a business trip, and when he returned he was sick within a few hours. His symptoms resembled that of food borne illness, so that is how we were treating him. He took no medication, and just tried to ride it out. About 36 hours after his initial systems appeared, The Boy and I were both stricken with the same symptoms. diarrhea and vomiting. {Gross. Sorry!}
Since everyone was making frequent visits the bathroom, I thought that purchasing flushable wipes would be a good idea. What a horrible idea that was. If Roto-Rooter Plumbing was available in our area, I would have called them to come to fix our problem.
It was a Saturday evening when we noticed the downstairs toilet was struggling to flush. As the moments went on, and more visits to the bathroom were made, the toilet stopped flushing all together. And then…well, let’s just say that it began overflowing. Almost into our hallway.
To say that it was disgusting is an understatement. A gross understatement. {Little pun to lighten the mood here!}
We cleaned the bathroom as much as we could before the plumber arrived. {Is that like cleaning your house before the housekeeper comes over?} The plumber quizzed us – had The Boy flushed anything down the toilet? No! He’s been too sick and isn’t mischievous like many kids his age. The toilet was removed from the base {did you know that could be done? I had no idea!} and the plumber discovered that the blockage was nearly at the main line of our sewer system. Oy vey! Thankfully, the plumber had a contraption that allowed him to fish it out.
He was at our house for nearly an hour, but we had a working toilet once he left! To this day, I wonder if he caught our virus and was stricken himself.
Have you ever needed a plumber?
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