This will be a short post. I hurt everywhere. I hurt in places I didn’t know could hurt – like my fingernails. My hands hurt from grabbing and pulling and scooping. My back and I aren’t speaking. I even hurt in my toes from doing a weird crouch stance to keep from falling into the hole.
The sewer drain I was volunteered by Husband to dig out turned out to be 12ft long and full of rocks not 6ft as I’d first thought. (No penis joke necessary, Mom) Also it isn’t just one pipe that is broken, it is the two pipes AND the connector pipe that joins all the pipes and then leads to the city sewer system. Not a good thing to find. I started digging at 8:30am and quit at 4:25pm with about an hour in there where I supervised a move of the stupid Foyer Fridge to the garage. Husband came home from work and joined me in the digging and continued for an hour after I quit. He did the digging around the connections but I’m still taking credit for most of the work. While I was digging, I focused on what could be worse to get myself through the dig. I can’t remember most of the list, the exhaustion has me fuddled, but I remember some. The obvious ones are; I could have been a Palestine child in Gaza, Christian in Iraq, and a female where they still practice FGM. I could be in the middle of Ebola outbreak. You get the idea, lots of other things that suck worse than digging a hole in my back yard. Lots of really awful things are happening all over the world that beat my little plumbing issue. Lots. But the more immediate ones that could have been worse that affect me in my little world: · It was only 82° with 50% humidity when it could've been 100° with 100% humidity · The drain and subsequent digging could have been in the sun instead of under the trees. Granted it was the trees and their damn roots that made the digging necessary but this is an ‘It Could Be Worse’ list not a ‘Who’s Fault Is It?’ list. · It could have been raining. · It could have been snowing and could have been ground is solid dirt instead of dry, chunky dirt covered by rocks. · I only got bit five times by something that stung and then burned. I suspect they were fire ants – safari ants we called them in Kenya. Whatever it was, it could have been a nest of them and I would currently be in the hospital from the pain of the sting and from having knocked myself unconscious by freaking out and hitting the stinging spot. · I could have been digging the pit for an outside toilet instead of trying to fix an indoor plumbing situation. I love indoor plumbing. My grandfather’s farm in Kenya had outdoor toilets. I was always afraid I’d fall in and drown in doo-doo. · It was only the kitchen drain that was broken so the smell was mild. It wasn’t until Husband got there and we unearthed the connection to the toilet/shower sewer section that we learned it was also broken. Thankfully, the roots had pretty much sealed the crack so the smell was minimum and we can still flush and shower. Yay! I’m sure there’s more but I can’t type anymore. Suffice to say, I have a good life even when I have to dig. But I will never accept an assignment like this one again. Also, some plumbers are worth the $$$ they get paid. So are wives like me.
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