Re: Gastrointestinal Doctors
fell in a pit and almost drowned
Date: December 21, 2019 12:07PM
So, this didn’t happen today but a few months ago, but I never told anyone. It’s a long story so you can find a TLDR at the end.
A while back the company I was working for was tearing out and removing an old waste treatment system that was shut down in the ’70s. This was basically a massive underground pit where the waste solids (aka shit) would settle on the bottom of the chamber and the liquids would be pumped out. The thing is when they shut it down it was left full of shit and is by far one of the nastiest jobs I have ever done.
We opened the pit up by tearing off the top with equipment and were bringing in trucks to pump out the waste the pit was about 16 feet deep and filled to the top with solids. And when I’m talking solids, I’m taking shit tons and tons of shit, condoms, and for some reason pumpkin seeds which I still don’t understand to this day.
One weekend we got a bunch of rain. When it rained, we would pump the water out into the new sewer so we could remove the solids. Since it was the weekend and we had so much rain my boss asked me to swing by and turn the pumps on, so the water didn’t get out of hand.
So, I went out to the job site alone to turn on the pumps and suck the water out. When I got to the job site, I turned the pumps on, but they were clogged up. I decided to walk into the structure alone and clear the pumps and that is the start of my fuck up that almost cost me my life.
Since I took my personal vehicle, I didn’t have any of my equipment so instead of using a harness I went in without one which is the first fuck up. This structure was underground, and the pit had large chambers that were broken into basically large upside-down V’s that you could walk on the point which was a foot or two wide. When I got down to the pumps and was crouched down cleaning them my phone rang, and I went to answer it and that was my second fuck up. Being crouched I had to turn my leg and try to get my phone out of my pocket and my foot slipped on some gravel and I slipped off the ledge and fell in. At this point, I didn’t really wasn’t worried about anything besides the fact that I just landed in straight 40-year-old shit up to my knees, however, when I tried to move to get to the edge to get out, I started to sink. Like I said this pit was 16-foot-deep and it was like being in quicksand. I tried to reach for the edge, but it was just out of reach and when I tried to move again, I was now a little over my waist-deep. At this point, I was still fine yes, I was covered in shit but normally the city work guy comes around once or twice a day to check the site so just chill there wait for him to come and he can get me out. Sure, I’m going to be embarrassed more than likely to get in trouble, but I would be fine. The thing is while I stood there covered in shit, I noticed that I was still sinking and that’s when the panic set in. I couldn’t wait I had to get out or I was going to die, I was going to drown in 40-year-old human shit my whole life had led to me drowning in shit. So I instantly tried to get out I tried to kick my way out, I tried to pull myself out, I tried to swim on the top of it all while sinking deeper and deeper and nothing but the thought of the absolute crazy way that I was going to die.
At this point, I had sunk to my chest and I had pretty much lost all hope and had started to accept my fate and broke into a combination of historical laughter and cursing myself for my stupidity of going down there with a harness. I finally calmed down while I’m reading the wrapper for a condom from like the ’60s and I noticed a piece of rebar sticking out of one of the walls that we had started to tear down. I reached out and stretched myself out more than I ever think I’ve done in my life and was able to grab it. With every ounce of my strength, I managed to pull myself free, and then pull myself to the edge and get out.
I got out of the pit and fell on the ground and looked up at the sky and laid there covered in shit and smelling worse than I ever did in my life and laughed. I was alive, my story had not ended by drowning in shit.
I got up found a water hose and washed myself off. I threw my clothes away and drove home naked and took what was the best and longest shower of my life and never told a soul how close I came to drown in 40-year-old shit.
I went out to a sewage treatment plant alone without a harness tried to answer my phone and fell in a pit and almost drowned in human shit.