I'm pretty sure this is a me problem

[kestrell]

I'm still trying to find where the sighted housemates hid the stopper for the bathroom sink so that I can plug it in order to rinse out my prosthetic eyes without worrying that they are going to drop down the drain into whatever lies down in the ancient pipes of our old Victorian house, and then we will have to call the special plumbers who still know how to fix things in very old Victorian houses in order to retrieve my very expensive eyeballs from the eldritch horror of whatever lives in the abyss.

So, yes, one of my few nagging anxieties is that I will lose my eyeballs down the bathroom sink, and checking that I know where the plug for the sink is is a thing I do on a regular basis. And this plug is a heavy metal stopper, it isn't easy to lose, so really, people *sigh*...

I probably wouldn't be so freaked if I hadn't read all those Clive Baeker stories in which he goes into *excruciating* detail about things that can live in your bathroom pipes...

Comments

[cvirtue]

I sure wouldn't want anything of mine at all going down drains that old.
Ew.
And prosthetic eyes... double ew.
Well, quadruple; two ews per eye.

which of course is different than sheep, who normally have two eyes per ewe.

[kestrell]

*Kes rolls her non-erey eyes and pops them back in her head*

[dewline]

Yeah, that's the sort of story that would leave me in similar mindset.

[kestrell]

I'm also kind of charmed by my "Clive Baeker" typo, which my screen reader reads as "Clive Beaker," so that I'm imagining a raptor puppet, something very beaky, with a very sardonic expression. Having read a lot about Barker's early career, he used to be very into creating puppets, although I believe it was a very sarcastic fox that was more of his familiar.

[j00j]

Victorian drain eyeball spelunking is a great comic book story but very much a Do Not Want in real life! May the stopper be reliably returned to its designated location so you can rinse your eyeballs in safety.

[kestrell]

Alexx valiantly retrieved the stopper from where it had fallen beneath the sink, which I had searched somewhat but, since I have had negative experiences of getting my fingers bitten by spiders while searching in dusty corners (and spider bites are incredibly itchy, while brailling fingers are highly vital to a blind person), I fear I hadn't searched very thoroughly in the space beneath the sink. Anyway, the stopper has been retrieved, and I can once again safely rinse out my eyeballs without fear of eldritch spelunking.

Y-eye-x

[jesse_the_k]

I'm glad you have spring-fresh clean shells, the better to twinkle with.

Although my plumbing is only 70 years old (therefore streamlined in mid-century style) I've had similar needs when attempting to install earrings. I soaked a sponge, wrung it out, and stuffed it in the drain.