THE TOILET

THE TOILET
(written March 2017 while I was living at Sagebrook Sr. Living) I moved back to California from Oregon three weeks ago. Many things around me, including my own belongings, are constantly moving, however, there is one thing that isn’t–the toilet.

Because I have IBS, I am harder on a toilet than most people are. I give it ample opportunities to work properly; I give it permission to plug up, especially if I accidentally use too much toilet paper.

I have called the maintenance guy up here several times. He and other staff members keep repeating the same thing over and over, as if they believe that because of blindness, my mind is feeble, like, “out of sight, out of mind”. They tell me to push the lever harder and the toilet will work. He even said “If you can play the piano and the guitar, you can flush this toilet hard enough. I cannot. Every now and then the toilet will gurgle and flush, but 90% of the time, it plugs up. I know because I can smell it; gross, eeww. I know because I don’t hear the gurgle. I back away quickly in case the toilet decides to overflow.

Today, the same people came up because my shower water overflowed down to the residence below me. They used a shop vac to suck up the water, gave me an inner curtain liner and put in a lower shower curtain rod so that the water won’t flow out so easily. This was all well and good. I was very grateful for that assistance.

But then, it happened again! The guy said once more how I needed to push down harder on the flusher because the toilet was plugged up again. I told them that it didn’t matter whether they were successful at it or not; what mattered was that I wasn’t successful at it and I live here. The problem is not me; it is the toilet. I suggested that they give me a new toilet instead of dealing with the same thing over and over again.

Next time I am going to ask them if they know the definition of insanity? Perhaps not; however, I do! Insanity is:doing the same thing over and over and over again, expecting different results. The toilet isn’t being insane about this. Neither am I. However, from what I perceive, they are. This toilet business has been going on for three weeks with no real resolution. They “fix” it and it works a couple times and once again plugs up. No one seems to have any desire to make the decision to call in a plumber or purchase and install a new toilet. Though it would cost money, it seems like a reasonable solution to me, thus ending the insanity.

The other day I overheard a conversation out in the hall in which someone was explaining that so-and-so’s toilet was plugged up. So guess what? Mine is not the only one. My ears are not the only ones hearing the insanity.

I wonder what God thinks of human insanity? I wonder if He is ever impatient about it.

I don’t observe anywhere near as much of that insanity stuff in my cats, or any cats I’ve known through the years. It seems to be a human condition, insanity.

These guys don’t realize who lives here. I am one who is solution-oriented and I can go to great lengths to achieve it. I haven’t decided my next move, but there will be one–outside of the toilet, that is.
(written Oct., 2017) Where was Jesus in all of this? Did I remember to ask Him? It appears that my asking Jesus that day was in the toilet. That toilet never did get fixed in the time I lived there. I simply got it to work on some occasions and not on others. When I asked Jesus for help it seems like sometimes I got it and sometimes I didn’t, in my limited way of thinking. Now I am living in an apt where the toilet works just great. Perhaps that was Jesus’ answer to the problem–live somewhere else.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.