Got Stuck in the Shower - twice
So, 2 days ago, I came home to my apartment in Cebu from a week-long vacation in Iloilo where I stuffed all the food that I could stuff in my mouth. A day before leaving Iloilo, I downed 3 cans of pineapple juice that was fiber-enriched. Needless to say, but I will still say it, I went home with diarrhea.
When I got home, I completely forgot about how things in my house works. So when I stepped in the shower, I did not worry about getting stuck inside until I was done showering and was about to go out. Not that worrying about it could've saved me from getting stuck, I just think it's worth mentioning that I took a shower with full confidence that I will get out when I want to.
But then, there. The knob was stuck. After trying to twist the knob, I pulled it out of frustration and out came its rusty parts. I was definitely trapped.
Images of a dead naked me discovered in the shower after 3 days flashed through my head because, of course, or rather, hopefully, people at the office will look for me and will think of going to my apartment. Or not. Thinking about it now, that thought is proof that I absolutely have no confidence that my body can last a few days without food.
I banged on the door, more out of frustration than as an attempt to get rescued. I screamed my neighbor's name, for effect and more out of a need to scream than as an attempt to get rescued.
I felt like the walls were closing in. And then, I saw it. The door was made of PVC/Plastic. I can break this down, I thought. But right before I kicked the door which could have damaged my foot or the door, both ways will cause collossal financial concerns, I saw the door vent. I tore it off with one hand, kicked the pair on the outer end and started crawling out. First, I tried it with my body facing the ground but that won't work so I switched and crawled out with my back to the ground.
It was the shit. By far the most McGyver move I have ever done. I didn't even know I could fit through that. I scratched my back and my butt which proves I have an hourglass figure.
I was so good at it, when I accidentally closed the door the next day while trying to remove the knob, I went out the vent hole with clothes on.
It was a fucked up but great experience. A benefit of diarrhea and a reminder not to gain weight. A proof that I have an hourglass figure. A learning experience: now, I know how to remove a door knob. And a McGyver stint opportunity.
I'm fine and I'm happy. The knob has now been removed and I replaced it with a plastic hook.
I don't believe shit like this happen to everyone, and yeah, I'm kinda happy it happened to me.
When I got home, I completely forgot about how things in my house works. So when I stepped in the shower, I did not worry about getting stuck inside until I was done showering and was about to go out. Not that worrying about it could've saved me from getting stuck, I just think it's worth mentioning that I took a shower with full confidence that I will get out when I want to.
But then, there. The knob was stuck. After trying to twist the knob, I pulled it out of frustration and out came its rusty parts. I was definitely trapped.
Images of a dead naked me discovered in the shower after 3 days flashed through my head because, of course, or rather, hopefully, people at the office will look for me and will think of going to my apartment. Or not. Thinking about it now, that thought is proof that I absolutely have no confidence that my body can last a few days without food.
I banged on the door, more out of frustration than as an attempt to get rescued. I screamed my neighbor's name, for effect and more out of a need to scream than as an attempt to get rescued.
I felt like the walls were closing in. And then, I saw it. The door was made of PVC/Plastic. I can break this down, I thought. But right before I kicked the door which could have damaged my foot or the door, both ways will cause collossal financial concerns, I saw the door vent. I tore it off with one hand, kicked the pair on the outer end and started crawling out. First, I tried it with my body facing the ground but that won't work so I switched and crawled out with my back to the ground.
It was the shit. By far the most McGyver move I have ever done. I didn't even know I could fit through that. I scratched my back and my butt which proves I have an hourglass figure.
I was so good at it, when I accidentally closed the door the next day while trying to remove the knob, I went out the vent hole with clothes on.
It was a fucked up but great experience. A benefit of diarrhea and a reminder not to gain weight. A proof that I have an hourglass figure. A learning experience: now, I know how to remove a door knob. And a McGyver stint opportunity.
I'm fine and I'm happy. The knob has now been removed and I replaced it with a plastic hook.
I don't believe shit like this happen to everyone, and yeah, I'm kinda happy it happened to me.
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