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Plumbers Crack!!!

OK, so me not being a plumber (ever!!!) I installed my disposal unit myself. It was a little bit of a pain in the ass, but I got it all in. Hooked it all up and connected the dishwasher. Run water, and it all looks lovely. I was feeling good.
Well after several days just for giggles I look under the sink, well a pool of water. I was like, oh shit, what did I fuck up. Well, I saw it was the dishwasher hose, and I readjusted it and then, to make sure, reset the disposal altogether. I Ran water, all was good, and I felt like a boss.
Fast-forward to last Friday. I was heading out for a quick trip and needed to run my dishes. So I ran a load on the dishwasher and didn't think anything about it. It ran and ended, and all was well, and I headed out.
Ok, so now it's Sunday night, and it's midnight into Monday, and I need to sleep, and I get home from my travels, and the house smells like ass. Well, the first thing I did was check the garbage; not that smell, but I took it out and cleaned out the cat box, but I knew it wasn't them. I smelled the sink, and I think I left something in the disposal, ran it, and flushed some water in the sink as well. I open the dishwasher, and POW, there it is. I was like, holy shit, it smells like a midget rodeo clown's ass in there. So I close it and go to bed. As it was late and I had to work in the morning, I'd like to mess with it when I got home.
Well, here I am, home after the Monday work day. I open up the washer, and there is a full-on pool of standing water on the bottom. So I instantly think the pump went out. I slide the unit out of the cabinet and get nasty ass water all over, and I'm trying not to puke all over the place. I then look it all over, sticking my hand in said water and slowly dying inside every time I do it. Well, I cannot find anything that would be clogging the drain. So I disconnected the drain line off the disposal, put it in the sink, and then hit the wash button on the washer. It all worked, and the unit was drained as well. At that point, I took all the parts out of the dishwasher, and then I cleaned them in the sink. After that, I put it all back together, ran the drain line back onto the disposal, and tucked it all away. Then I reran the dishwasher, and it didn't drain. Now I need some help and wondering what the issue is. The disposal is brand new lol.
So I went to check the drain line for the disposal, and there was pressure on the line. I thought that there might be something in the disposal blocking the line. I put my finger into the disposal, and low and behold, there was something there. I busted out the instructions on the installation of the unit and low and behold I find the issue. There is a plastic plug on the inside of the disposal at the dishwasher drain for those who do not use a dishwasher that I did not knock out. So I get a screwdriver and hammer, knock out the plug, hook it all up, remove the tab I knocked out inside the disposal, and run the washer. And boom it works fine. All this is because I missed one step.I really did read all the instructions, but I missed this one thing, this one thing that gave me nothing but misery the last several days.
The best part is I found it, and nothing is messed up. I remedied the issue and cleaned it all up. The only thing is I don't know if it got moldy, and with it, my soar throat is a direct result of it. Or my soar throat is the result of my weekend travels within the confines of an airplane and nasty ass people. Leaving me with Ebola, Bubonic plague, and athlete's foot. I don't know, but I am sad. I haven't had a cold or flu in a very long time, allergy and self-induced stomach issues, yeah, but nothing else frown emoticon
So, the moral of my story is: Never play blackjack with a midget wearing a tutu and a cowboy hat while reading Walt Whitman. They'll take you for all you're worth.
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