Oh, Good Grief

What’s the most embarrassing thing that can happen to a girl?

So lately my apartment has been falling apart.  Okay.  My bathroom has been falling apart.  My shower wall cracked, my overhead light went out, and, most recently, my drains have completely clogged.  Now, usually when the drains have clogged, it’s nothing a little Liquid Plumbr can’t fix.  So, I tried it.  The drains started backing up the water.  So, I bought some of that Liquid Plumbr Foaming Snake stuff.  Still…same thing.  Totally backed up in the bathtub and sink. 

So my landlord called the Roto-Rooter man yesterday and they are here right now…earlier than I’d like for them to be.  My toilet is off its place on the floor and the guy has this huge machine with a snaked cable attached to it, roto-rooting my toilet drain.  Now the embarrassing part…

He got to the clog.  He rooted for a bit.  He checked to see if it fixed the problem.  It did not.  He pulled his cable out.  What was on the end of it?  That’s right…girly stuff.  My landlord and the Roto-Rooter man saw my tampons.  Dear God.  (And I know this sounds so totally high school of me, but I’m a pretty private person when it comes to that part of the stuff…cramps, headaches, fat-feelings aren’t that big of a deal, but that part…so this thought embarrasses the daylights out of me.)

Now, the embarrassing part is that that may not have even been the clog.  But because I had that little problem just a week ago, that’s what’s most recently backed up in the pipes.  I say that it may not be the problem because the guy is still in there rooting away.  Everytime they think they have it, Nick (that’s the landlord) turns on the water and things start flilling up again.  Two things:  I just want to pee.  And I want to be able to get ready for work without only a door between my nakedness and the two men in my bathroom.