So, the short version of my sewage story:
1) Neighbor's toilet backs up. Sewage leaks into our living room (carpet) and kitchen (behind the fricking stove).
2) Frantic use of towels and moving of furniture.
3) Neighbor argues with property manager about who is responsible for paying the plumber.
4) I go to my afternoon concert.
5) I return, and there is a man in my living room on his hands and knees, spraying fungicide on the carpet and the subfloor. He cheerfully informs me that it kills things like HIV and hepatitis A (but not C).
6) Plumber comes and goes, doing *nothing*, because since neighbor's toilet is flushing, there's obviously no problem.
7) Giant fans and dehumidifiers stay on all night.
8) Husband gets up early the next morning and calls work, telling them he's not coming in.
9) Husband notices new sewage. Yes, neighbor flooded her place again. Guess who was at the bottom of her call list?
10) Frantic use of towels and moving of furniture.
11) Fungicide guy comes to visit again.
12) New plumber finds a block in neighbor's line. No, really?
13) We pull out the dishwasher to make sure there's not a flood back there.
14) Since the dishwasher is now disconnected, we go buy a new dishwasher and a new stove (appliances are original to the house and would have to be replaced before we sell).
15) Fans and dehumidifier are supposed to run until tomorrow. Can't wait to see this month's electricity bill.