I called into work today. Hauling books and being on my feet for eight hours? Not so appealing with The Ouchy. Too, I woke up still loopy from the painkillers. Still, I decided to make the best of an unexpected day off. I put a load of laundry in and started to clean up my bedroom. About fifteen minutes later, I heard a splashing sound coming from the basement. Turns out the pipe my washer drains into wasn't draining. Quite the opposite, in fact. In the process of splashing back out, it drenched the outlet my dryer plugs into (an old bit of wiring, that). I raced to shut off the circuit to the entire washroom.
Fine, thought I, I'll go to the laundromat and finish up the drenched clothing, then come home and call a plumber. Right after I wash my hair.
I wasn't really up to a shower (thanks to The Ouchy), so I leaned over the side of the tub to wash my hair. I'd just finished and wrapped a towel around my sodden locks when I heard an all-too-familiar splashing.
Excuse my language, but: MOTHER FUCKER!!!
Short story shorter, I called a plumber (super nice guy, by the way!) and we did a mini-diagnostic (which included me moving the septic cover to check out the tank) whereupon he determined that something was clogging the main drain from the house. He couldn't fix it, but suggested a couple of places that had the equipment.
I'm warming up my check-writing hand in anticipation of the drain unclogger's arrival.
Oh, and insult to injury (literally), when I got to the laundromat and hefted the basket of heavy, waterlogged clothing from my car, said basked slammed into my bandage. Lovely.
*It actually started last Sunday evening, so I'm hoping I'm almost done.
p.s. I don't mean to bitch and moan so. I promise I'll soon be cheerful again.