Tried to get to the dentist who is supposed to be working wonders to cure my TMJ. *
Roads cut at every turn.
Tried to get to the medical centre so that I could get the prescription painkillers I need until I get to the curing-TMJ dentist.
Different roads cut at every turn.
(Might I mention my usual GP clinic is completely under water? So I can't even get close to that one).
Tried to get to the nearest pharmacy so I could get the best damn over-the-counter painkillers they have.
You guessed it. Roads cut, traffic jams, people getting antsy and impatient.
Tried to get to the part of Brisbane where I used to live to help friends help clean-up.
No way in or out.
In the end I drove home, and snaffled the last packet of nurofen at our corner shop. Plus paracetamol. The shop was out of fresh milk or I would have grabbed some of that too. The shop owner was cranky because despite being a long-standing customer, the milk company keeps delivering fresh milk to a rival store, even though they can get through to his shop.
I'm not having a whinge for once. I know I'm lucky, so lucky.
But I am trying to show the extent of this disaster in Brisbane.
People can't get to their jobs or appointments; shelves are empty; highways are rivers; elective surgery has been postponed; thousands are still temporarily homeless and when they do return, it will be to a stinking mess.
Weeks and months (some say two years) of cleaning up is just beginning.
And I'm extremely pleased that authorities are doubling the prison time for looting from 5 to 10 years. Selfish unAustralian bastards, may you rot in stinking, disease-carrying flood water hell.
*TMJ is an absolute shit of a problem which in my case, is mostly caused by anxiety from the past when, instead of slapping someone silly, I gritted my teeth and said and did nothing. And then, I would grind and clench my teeth all night because I was so stressed because of the hell I was going through.
Earlier this year, it came to a head, when my dentist found I'd cracked several teeth, such was the fervour of my grinding and clenching, which was done at night when people traditionally deal with stuff that happens during the day. No wonder I had so many bloody nightmares.
And it got really, really painful. I cannot believe the pain of this condition. I have had two babies naturally. I have arthritis. I've had a dysfunctional pelvis (I know), RSI, and fibromyagia. I'm not a wimp and this is bloody painful. (Oh and I have a bulky uterus, but that's another story ...)
A special TMJ dentist was called in by my normal dentist to help, and he made a little thing out of aeroplane window plastic for me to wear at night to stop me grinding and clenching. (Just another good reason not to have a male friend. Not exactly sexy.)
Except that one night I took it out in frustration and flung it across the room and we think perhaps the dog may have eaten it. (Apparently dogs find expensive occlusion devices, as they're called, very tasty). Story of my life right?
I did get some treatment from one of the guys at my fave shopping centre (Mt Ommaney since you ask), and it helped a lot, but of course I can't get there right now.
And I have the number of a great TMJ physio who I will see when the river finally subsides.
Until then, I'm popping painkillers like they are lollies.
Readers, what do you miss most during times like these?
There's a limit of two milk containers per customer.
Except that there wasn't any ...
Nurofen, I haz it. The very last pack.
This should keep me going ...