About 570 mm in last 25 days. Over 22 inches on old scale.
But months of it before that.
A very wet wet season.
Bridge across creek at entrance after the mid night 280mm deluge of January 4, 2008.
Looking out across bridge towards main road entrance after the night's cloudburst of 040108.
Two weeks of bronchial flu, having to sleep in wet bed that got soaked in deluge & wet weather since plus too weak to move mattress anyway, and run out of clean sheets. Got myself to hospital when I felt like I was getting pneumonia. The good doctor gave me antibiotics and am on mend but still ill, it's slow. Couldn't talk for 5 days and it still hurts to cough. I cough a lot.
Everything is soaked & I have to sit with hot air blower on as I write to keep dry as the 100 percent humidity means I'm wet all the time. Have to use hair dryer on head every half hour or so to dry out hair.
Biting midges and mosquitoes mean mosquito coils... means inhaling toxic fumes... means aggravated spasms of painful coughing.
Other complications I won't go into here have turned my life from happy to miserable.
STRANDED!
The road collapse of 160108.
Luckily nobody was on the crossing.
The road collapse of 160108.
Luckily nobody was on the crossing.
Now a DISASTER as the road has suddenly collapsed where it crosses a 20m plus deep knife gully on my exit road and I'm stuck in, unable to get out for supplies. Being partly lame hasn't helped, especially as yesterday my dicky knee went out of joint and I can't walk very well at all. On the steep wet slippery rocks that constitute the paths between studio & bunkhouse this is a nightmare of inching along balancing umbrella, walking stick & whatever I'm trying to carry between houses.
Water pours around running over every surface in an endless sog, even when the rain eases. Where there is grass there is a swamp of mud and slime. Where there are rocks they are all slippery & slimey. Inside the houses all is moulds. Every bit of clothing, bedding, carpets damp & mouldy.
The endless wet has also meant can't get car in under shelter as it gets bogged at slushy entrance to carport. So it sits out in rain and is cranky to start & runs on 3 pots. At least I have it to get me as far as the washout, about 1 km from houses.
Have supplies to last a few more days and my road-sharing neighbors can bring me necessities, as they have a car on other side of the collapse, but that hardly solves the problem. Trying to overcome the anxiety, but eating & sleeping now difficult.
Must summon inner resources to solve the problem & release myself from this prison.
I keep wondering what can happen next. Is this the end? Will some miracle happen to get me to safe haven and my usual happy self again?
Even poor kookaburra can't fly she's so wet. When she tried to take off after I fed her she dropped into bushes and I had to rescue her & put her up onto a branch to give her elevation.I hear her chuckling in the tree as I write.
Her message is:
LET'S LAUGH
NO POINT IN CRYING IS THERE!
1 comment:
Oh, only the second highest flood - that's OK, then ;P
Jim Morrison might be waiting in the wings, but we shan't let him on stage :D
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