Plumbing the depths during palliative care: the Irish Plumber to the rescue in our adapted home
Yesterday our toilet blocked. This was not surprising given that we are actually using two different amenities during this palliative homecare period: our regular toilet and a commode, a sort of porta potty throne, which Anne uses in the bedroom, as cancer has left her continence challenged.
The problem that has arisen is that our regular toilet cannot handle the extra load transferred from the porta potty pail.
Yesterday the issue came to a head, so to speak, as the regular amenity began to boil over.
So I called the Irish Plumber emergency service and an affable Irish plumber rescued us from the deluge, while providing tips for future waste management.
This past winter, when we were staying for over two months in Toulouse, France, we were not so lucky: the apartment toilet exploded like Old Faithful, creating a geyser that required seven hours of plumbing work that disrupted the whole neighbourhood just before Christmas.
The incident also cemented relations with our wonderful erstwhile neighbours in far away Toulouse, who have remained so supportive during Anne’s ordeal.
For during those winter months in Toulouse, Anne’s brain cancer, her glioblastoma, was clearly gestating, ready to explode like the Airbnb amenity, upon our return to Canada.
Your friend,
Robert
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