Most people would say "the mice will play" but I am going to say "all hell breaks loose."
My hubs is out of the country (don't get too excited, northern Canada, not the French Riviera) for a guys trip this week. I've bitched long enough about my neck/shoulder/back and promise not to drone on even more. So in addition to that, what else happens? My toilet is clogged. Major clogging going on. Someone (I won't mention who because I am about to go all TMI on you guys) left a rather large deposit in the toilet with a lot of toilet paper added to it (and this is why Lee's post today was so apropo for my topic. If there had been flushable wipes availabe, there would have been less need for so much paper in the toilet!). Flush. The only thing that happened was the water got high. Thankfully no overflow. Yet. This was yesterday afternoon and after many plunges and flushes, it is still backed up. No hubs to fix it and I think I might have to call a plumber. First, however, I am going to try Mary-Ellen's suggestion (see comments from post earlier today). Before I try that little maneuver though, I will be surrounding the toilet with old towels that can go straight to the trash in case the porcelin god decides to over flow with godliness. Gag.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse than the body pain and toilet back up, Big E has not been able to shake a cough. So off to the doctor we go, for the third time this month! The other issues were more allergy stuff, but it has gotten the best of him. He has a pocket of puss in his eustachian tube, his oxygen count was down, he has 101.5 degree fever, he received a breathing treatment with two meds and we had to get a chest x-ray for suspected pneumonia. Shit. I thought this was the kind of stuff that happened in the winter? We made it ALL winter without any illnesses and now that it's spring...well, I guess the germs are catching up with us.
Frankly, I'll be glad when the cat gets home. Not because I miss him as much as I am going into hysterics over here. Thankfully, I deal with this kind of stress by laughing maniacally because the only other option would be to sit down and cry. And I prefer not to do that.