I’d just like to say up front that I hate plumbing.
I’ll tackle carpentry, automotive, and electrical projects without complaint; but I hate plumbing. Not because it’s difficult; just because it’s disgusting.
I have a pretty strong stomach. I can deal with blood, injuries, and even vomit without flinching. It takes a lot to gross me out; but plumbing does it. I don’t know whether it’s the gray and glistening slime, the stench, the revolting schloorrrppp sound of pulling out a giant clog, or all three; but it’s almost enough to activate my gag reflex.
Not quite, though. What it does activate is my mouth. My exclamations of disgust are completely involuntary and frequently unprintable: “Eeewww! Bleah! Eugh! Aw, gross! Ech! Blargh! Yuck!” (Etcetera. The full list would require an F-bomb alert at the top of this post.) Those with delicate sensibilities would be smart to flee the scene if they see me wearing a resolute expression and clutching a pipe wrench.
That happened last week. After months of avoidance, I had finally reached my breaking point with a sluggish sink drain. It’s been a long time since I plumbed the depths, so my memory of revulsion had faded and I started the project without much dread.
But as soon as I got the P-trap off and slimy reeking gobs of I-dare-not-name-this started slithering out and splatting into my bucket, my fountain of expletives surged up and over. And when a particularly large splat spattered slime onto me, well… let’s just say you wouldn’t want to have been there.
The good news is that the clog was easy (albeit repulsive) to fix, and the drain is fine now. The bad news is that I might have melted a piece of the ABS pipe with the heat of my invective. And I think I lost a layer of skin from scrubbing my hands ten times in a row afterward.
And scrubbing the sink. And scrubbing the cabinet under the sink. And scrubbing the floor just in case some molecules of grossness escaped…
Have I mentioned that I really hate plumbing?
Book 16 update: I started plotting this week and the ideas are flying! This week’s goal is to round up my brain and point the story in some recognizable direction. Stay tuned…