Yes. It has been a while.

I’ve been getting out to walk, and exercise more. I am trying to get seriously committed. But it hurts.

Yesterday I relocated from Newmarket to Bribie. Three days before I did I phoned ahead and confirmed there was a long term site available for me. The minimum period for long term is three months. That suited me, as being by the sea will be helpful to both my mental and physical state. Also the visits to the doc and hospitals will be easier.

Relocating involves a rigmarole that is surprisingly physically demanding to one in my (poor) condition. It will be good not to have to do it for a few months.

I arrived On Bribie island and went to the campground office to check in. I was immediately confronted by the manager who told me there was no vacancy until after Easter. I told her I had been led to believe there was, which was why I came. She told me I could not expect to turn up at the last minute and be given a campsite just like that. I repeated that I had phoned ahead and only came because I understood there was a site available for me. At this point I was in quite a lot of pain and leaning quite heavily on the counter for support. The manager told me then that if I was going to argue we should forget the whole thing. What whole thing?

At this point my conflict negotiation skills luckily overrode my rising anger. I was about to tell her where to put it and turn round and drive over an hour back to Newmarket Gardens where I’d been given excellent treatment. But I thought of the call of the sea, and the easier access toCaboolture hospital. So I calmed down and submissively apologised. After a bit of toing and froing in which it was suggested I might stay on one site until Easter, on another over the holiday, and yet another afterwards, I was finally given a site that I could occupy for the next three months. No doubt some other short term bookings were shuffled. I meekly gave thanks, suppressing my seething anger at the abrupt rudeness and grudging acceptance of my substantial deposit, bond, and first rental payment.

My new neighbours are very friendly. All permanent residents. They helped guide me as I reversed the van onto my site, and told me the dos and donts necessary to keep the management happy. “She’s like that. Don’t worry about it”.

Maybe she is paingry. Make allowances.

I shall like it here.

Yesterday was the worst day I’ve had for months. My legs actually collapsed under me later on at Mitre Ten where I was buying some new adjustable spanners and tap washers.

Kind people helped me up. I must remember to use my walking stick for even short sorties when my legs are complaining.

Overcome paingriness. Smile more.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

4 thoughts on “Paingry”

  1. Sorry to hear of your troubles but it seems you have made some good decisions on the way. Must look on Google to see where you are. Don’t worry too much re my car parts if walking is too much.


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