Literally, I guess.
It’s no secret that we’ve been dealing with a sewer reversal, or extreme back up, OR as Keisha likes to put it, her room threw up.
Finally yesterday after the emergency cleaners came in (insurance covered) we finally got in the plumber/sewer guy (not insurance covered).
It took him an hour to film our pipes with a scope on a wire with a camera attached and then flush it out. We have a DVD. Things were not like this in my parents generation. Anyway, he asked me if we have a deep fryer.
Nope. No deep fryer here. I don’t cook with a lot of oil, if ever.
Well, said he, in six years of doing this, he had NEVER seen so much oil and grease in a sewer pipe. Ever.
Apparently our pipes, as will happen over time, had developed a couple of ‘bellies’, sections of pipe where over time it had dipped and relaxed and stretched out to make a bit of a dip that collects gunk. Anyway, he said that there was several years worth of built up grease and oil-like crap down there that it had coated the pipes until the opening got smaller and smaller. Actually, I was struck by how the analogy related to the way I’ve heard heart disease described. A hardening of the arteries caused by plaque and build up in the blood stream.
So our pipes are flushed, they’re clean and there should be no more explosions of poo and debris and liquid spewing from her bathroom. He recommended that we have the pipes flushed about every year and a half, preventively. If you’re in a new home, it also might not hurt to have it checked out.
Next up, the insurance people will come in and take out the lower four feet of every wall in every part of her space the ‘liquid’ was in contact. They will also take out the floors and any large things (her shower, some of her furniture, etc) that is contaminated. Then they will sanitized the floors and walls. I’m told this process will eat up approximately half of our insurance coverage. The rest will go to putting walls and floors back in. If anything is left, we will help her replace her bookshelf and desk.
Some of my online community have offered Keisha some new bras, jeans and clothes, as a lot of hers were destroyed and she has no income at the moment to replace them, and to you, I say a resounding THANK YOU!! As much as it’s okay for her to wear some of my stuff, no 18 year old wants to go around in her mother’s bra’s and clothes. I don’t blame her. I love my mum, but I wouldn’t want to do that either.
So, life today: a lot less shitty than yesterday.