Unexpected expertise

Picture this: I’m three chapters deep into pathophysiology, highlighter in hand, when I hear this weird gurgling sound from the bathroom. Ignore it for maybe ten minutes because honestly, old apartment pipes make weird noises all the time.

Then Jake calls out “Elena? We have a situation.” Never good words. Walk in to find water slowly spreading across the bathroom floor from under the sink. Apparently the pipe connector thing (technical term, obviously) decided tonight was the perfect time to give up entirely.

Unexpected expertise

Here’s what I learned: Jake apparently absorbed way more from helping his dad with house projects than I ever realized. Watched him shut off the water, assess the damage, and actually fix the thing with supplies we had in our random apartment toolkit. Meanwhile I’m standing there with my pathophysiology textbook like it’s going to help with plumbing emergencies.

Back to studying now, but honestly kind of impressed by my boyfriend’s hidden handyman skills.

My glamorous Tuesday night study setup.

Also adding “emergency fund for actual plumber” to our adulting to-do list, because I’m pretty sure we just got lucky tonight.