Last night the sewer line was discovered to be plugged. We found out not in a pleasant way. Once I discovered it wasn't the toilet, but truly the line I drug out the manual snake and went to work on the line. I enlisted our youngest son to help. He is 23 and asks me to teach him some of the skills a young man should know. Unclogging the sewer line is one of those "Life Lessons" we worked on in the dark last night. So after a bit and no progress I figured we need a better snake or a plumber. We stopped for the night, made provisions for a temp toilet for the night and went to bed.
In the morning after trying in vain to get in touch with the plumber we rented a snake and cleared the clog. Really son did the majority of the work and I helped as I could. He learned a life lesson and had a few comments about sewer lines being smelly. The work wasn't difficult; how the work was done is where I had a problem.
Before my surgery I would have done the work alone or a majority of the job. I was reminded last night I can't so what I used to be able to do. Today was even a bigger lesson. I wasn't able to lift the motorized snake onto the cart to take it to the car. Not just unable because I hadn't healed, but physically unable to lift the weight. That hurt. I've always been the one to lead the work detail when it came to outside jobs. Firewood, no problem wielding a chainsaw all day long. Two weeks ago the kids wouldn't let me near the wood pile or lift any wood into the truck.
This has led me to a conclusion I'm uncomfortable with. This recovery is going to take longer than I expected and involve me letting others do more things for me than I'm used to. It could be a long rehabilitation.
The blessing is I have a wonderful family and helpful friends to make the journey with me.
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