Earlier this week, the downstairs toilet made some noises that caused me anxiety. I couldn't identity a specific problem, it was just that the sound of the water flushing wasn't quite right. So I was on alert.
Yesterday morning, the alert rang loud and clear when I tried to flush the toilet. Instead of the sound of water swishing away, the toilet made an unpleasant gurgle. I got the water shut off just as the toilet filled to the brim. A clog. And if there is anything better than a clogged toilet, it's a clogged toilet at 6:20 in the morning. I followed my plumber's advice from previous clogs and headed to the basement for a listen to the soil pipe. I could hear just a bit of water trickling downward; enough to conclude that the clog was close at hand. I headed back upstairs with my plunger and some towels in hand.
Less than five minutes later, the clog was cleared and we were back in business. I was reminded yet again to honor my instincts and watch that toilet like a hawk when it's making the wrong sounds, lest I find myself with a toilet crisis flowing onto the floor. Internet, I've become a toilet whisperer.