As happens all too frequently due to the house being a trash fire, late last week the drains clogged up again, backed up and flooded the hall. I shouldn’t have to be, but I’m fairly used to this happening by now and so, usual routine of do all the things – mop up the water, try and unclog the drains ourselves etc… and though I’m a bit slower than I used to be on this, it usually breaks the back of things and life goes on.
Given my existence doesn’t seem to work in any way other than as some sort of cosmic joshing competition between laugh loving space beings or something at the mo, this time things aren’t that simple and despite trying to do it all ourselves for the past three or four days, it’s abundantly clear by the fact I can’t have water on for long or flush the toilet without things returning, that this isn’t something I can handle myself.
Also, the amount of literal shit I’m having to clean up. Bit of a giveaway, that one.
And of course, because I’m me and I generally have no money these days, I have no money to afford even a flush of the drains right now, much less the rest of the work. I’m already juggling how to last until the next payday for normal things, never mind this.
Which leaves me here. Again. Fucked off to high heaven, wanting some peace and quiet, a bit of time to keep pushing forward with the house, but more urgently, having a bathroom that floods with shit if anyone flushes the toilet or runs the tap and that’d be rough if it was just me, it’s not like I can tell the kids not to need a shit or anything, I don’t think that works.
I’m just bruised and dazed by the unrelenting everything of the past few years, it’s been great to get back to having the basic necessities to y’know, store food, cook food, wash clothes and that again (though I need to clear the conservatory out before I can get the dryer in still) but life is taking the piss still and with no money to speak of, it’s not like I’ve got any runway when things like this happen and fuck things up some more.
So I don’t really know what to do, apart from keep going, ask for some help and, well, keep going.
If anyone can help, so I can have a literal shit-free house, I’d be grateful.
I’ve set a ko-fi goal that’s a (incredibly) little over what I should need but just in case anything else crops up, you know? The old gofundme is still up if folks prefer that and the PayPal is where I left it. I hate this, I hate all of it, but fucked if I know what else to do right now.
Thanks, and sorry. If anyone knows what imp I’ve pissed off in the past to be cursed, can you ask them to tone it down a bit as well. It’s long past funny now.
https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/retroremakes
https://www.gofundme.com/f/rob-and-family-get-their-lives-and-house-back