I’m on a sleep regimen. No messing around this time. I have a lot of crap to deal with and I need to do it without being sleep deprived. Sleep deprivation is a form of torture — of mind control, right? (We all saw the third Bourne, it can drive you to kill.) I haven’t slept on a regular basis in years. This week I have been making a point of going to bed at a decent hour. No television, no computer, no phone. I’m also taking a very mild sleeping pill. I have a low tolerance for sleeping pills, however, they put me seriously out, and I’m often groggy the next day, even though I’ve allowed myself the full eight hours of sleep recommended. Consequently, I take a low dose and break it in half. Still, two nights ago, it didn’t work well. I had trouble falling asleep with the half pill. So last night, I figured I’d take a whole low-dose pill.
All of my night-time routine work was done, i.e. dishwasher was running, instrument had been played, kids were in their rooms, dogs had been out and were back in. It was all good. Sleeping pill taken. Then,
“What?!!!!!!!!!” (I’d like to say I said, “Yes, Sweetie,” but I don’t think that was the case.)
“I CLOGGED THE TOILET!!!!!”
Swearing in my head commences. We’d just had a bad experience with this about a month ago, hereinafter known as “The Last Clogging Incident.” It was not pretty.
You should know that I hate plungers. I hadn’t bought one for this new old house (except for the first few days, we didn’t have a working toilet here anyway in so it was unnecessary . . . but I digress). I hate plungers because although they serve a useful purpose, I despise cleaning them afterward. It’s just one of my things. My usual method of unclogging is to pour water down the toilet, quickly, to “flush” out the obstruction. Often this must be done multiple times, but it works, it’s less messy and less smelly. During The Last Clogging Incident, however, it did not work. There was no plunger in the house and it was after midnight. Suffice it to say, I have a plunger now.
Back to last night, the hour wasn’t as late as The Last Clogging Incident, and I now own a plunger, BUT I HAD TAKEN A WHOLE SLEEPING PILL!!!! If I had a strong reaction to it, I would be a stumbling idiot in a few minutes. If not, and I simply attempted to override it, I would be cursed with a blinding headache. Plus, two kids had to use the bathroom. The “clog-her” was content in her bed, reading on her Kindle. grrrr Still, I had one on deck and one in the hole. The drug would soon take effect, and I, too, had to go to the bathroom. (As a result of prior medical/emotional issues, if I don’t go to the bathroom right away when nature calls, I become nauseated). Oh, did I mention we only have one bathroom in a house with 5 girl-type people and one boy?
It was a race against time. But since The Last Clogging Incident — when we ran out to a convenience store to use the bathroom just to buy time for me to figure out what to do and stave off my nausea — I had gained some knowledge. It is amazing what a simple Google search will yield. I had searched then for “How to unclog a toilet without a plunger.” I found the following. I do not claim ownership, authorship, or creative input. In short, I did not invent this method, but I pass it on.
Squeeze liquid dish detergent into the toilet.
Slowly pour boiling water into toilet.
The theory is that the soap lubricates the mass (ew) allowing it to pass more quickly and the boiling water breaks it up. All of this is safe for your commode — unlike using chemicals (which neither I nor the convenience store had anyway).
Last night I chose to use a variation. Liquid soap, hot, but not boiling water. I couldn’t wait for the boil, wanted to avoid the plunger. After a while — it worked. Two kids used the bathroom (before me, of course, I ignored the airline face mask on the adult first mantra).
After the second kid used it,
“MOM!!!!! THE TOILET’S CLOGGED AGAIN!!!!!” (The cursing in my head resumed also.) Time was not on my side, I was already feeling woozy and nauseated.
This time I got the plunger, the soap, and hot water (still couldn’t wait for boil). It took some work. (Note to self: add more fruit to kids’ diets). One kid helped (as I stood back, letting the wall hold me up, pinching my nose closed). But this was the kid responsible for The Last Clogging Incident, so I felt no compassion.
“It smells, Mommy.”
But finally, the sound of a flushing toilet. Twice for good luck. Thrice — well, for me. The plunger was rinsed, wrapped in a plastic trash bag and still sits on my back deck. I went to bed. I slept. I feel like crap today. I will only take a half a sleeping pill tonight. Still, I am triumphant. I am strong. I am invincible, I am . . .
Just Me With . . . a plunger on my porch and a half of a sleeping pill with my name on it.
Yeah well … these things never happen at a convenient time and if you leave it, someone is bound to visit the house or have to use the toilet and forget that it’s clogged.
We have one toilet that clogs regularly – I keep telling my kids it’s because they don’t flush it properly – have to hold the handle down until the water’s drained. Still they’re old enough now to use the plunger …
I’ll have to remember the liquid soap and boiling water …
Ah yes, I do believe your house is in a parallel universe with mine. Love it, and taking note of the dish soap option.
This is what worked for me http://howtohacklife101.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-unclog-toilet.html
You make me laugh my ass off. So, as I told you, the neighbor downstairs wanted to borrow the plunger. When I handed it to her, I knew I would never use said plunger again. Is that weird of me? I have a bit of OCD so I’m not sure.
Anyway, how did you do all that after taking an ambien? I am pretty much useless after I take one and don’t even keep a phone in my bedroom in case someone calls and I’m so out of it that I tell them exactly how I feel about them.
Anyway, I was doing my morning “washing up” when a bar of soap fell into the toilet and it was pretty nuch the size of the opening. I had the choice of putting my hand in the toilet or taking my chances with the soap.I thought that the soap would just dissolve in there. So, flushed away. Oh my…it was a mess. We needed a plumber and you know how much they cost.
Thank you so much on the tutorial on unclogging a toilet. Seems kinda like alot of work, but I’m willing to give it a try.
Not so weird. The reason why I didn’t have a plunger for the first clogging incident was because when I moved I couldn’t bring myself to pack it and move it so I just threw it out. And that was my own plunger!!!
I don’t know how I did it after taking an Ambien. I stayed standing but when you try to override an ambien it causes a hell of a headache and as I said, I felt like crap the next day.
Oh yeah the hot water probably would have melted the soap you dropped. It is a lot of work (and I didn’t even boil the water) but it is a way to avoid the dreaded plunger. I used one tonight though, ew.
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