So last week I dropped a guard for my beard trimmer in the toilet. A small plastic piece that would immediately fall out of sight when dropped in to the clear yet foreboding waters of the toilet. Initially, I figured it wouldn't flush through and would cause toilet cloggination. So I tried to get that piece of plastic out with a hanger. No good. I tried the plunger. I think that made it go farther in. I put a plastic bag over my hand and reached in. it was too far. I took a break. Later, I had to use the restroom, so I used it no problem. That was to pee. I put it the plastic piece at the back of mind. Later on, due to the other kind of use of the toilet, it began to clog and only get worse and worse. I tried to fix it again but could not. Days later, It would be so bad we had to do something, the look and smell was quite terrible. We needed help. We turned to Handy Man, Mr. Mattingly/Dad.
He told us to pick up the toilet and bring it to the backyard. Shove a hose in it from either end, and work that hose around till successful. Easier said than done.
Monica and I spent a good morning working. We struggled to unbolt the toilet from the floor, I broke the nut for the hose to the water tank, we carried the toilet to the backyard leaving a trail of water through our house, we tried shoving a hose through it, Monica stuck her gloved hands in any holes she could. Unsuccessful. The whole time it was smelly, and oh we got dirty, and we had to turn our water off to disconnect the toilet, no cleaning off. We were so fed up, we left to vacation in St. Augustine that afternoon for the night, leaving the toilet in the backyard and a trail of toilet water through our house, Trying to forget our troubles...yes, it was pretty bad.
The next day we had to face the music. We knew that our problem had not simply gone away. We drove a not long enough couple hours back home, we called Handy Man for much needed help, and of course we got down and dirty to get the job done. Hours later, getting our feet seriously soaked in brown water and with water splashing everywhere as Mr. Mattingly plunged and shoved that hose deep into the toilet, the job got done. We got through. Sweat, Blood, Tears, Poop, Pee. .all elements to decent story I guess. good times that will never happen again, a lesson has been learned.