The news from Australia Post on Wednesday had been that they had nothing to tell me about the missing parcel. They gave me a reference number and told me to call again Friday. I was sure that the post office had dumped me into the too hard basket and filed the affair in the dead-letter file. On Thursday one of the staff rang my mother in Queensland and she was very happy to hear from them but unhappy about the situation. She told them her boy would be home alone and crippled with nothing on Christmas. It really stung her that I stood to miss out even on her gift after such an awful year. I rang the Australia Post number 131318 to be told I had been given an incomplete number. You can imagine how that cemented my doubts. The lass on the phone asked me to wait and she rang Long Jetty Post office. No luck there. She rang Bateau Bay Post office. I was surprised to find that one even existed. No luck there. She rang Bay Village at Bateau Bay and there was my parcel. I was so blown away that she had made all this effort plus the guy who rang Mum.
What had happened was that a junior delivery guy had grabbed a bunch of pre-printed “you have a parcel” forms and they all pointed to the wrong post office.
I already had a community service guy to take me to the doctor and Aged Disability Support Services extended his time so we could go into Bay Village and rescue my parcel. It is a very nice parcel 🙂 Finding the parcel, at Christmas, when it was not registered or bar-coded was very good work. Nice one Aus Post!
The doctor is very concerned about the stress on my heart. I am running blood pressure while at rest of 160/90 although I have lost a lot of weight and am at my premium for the first time in years. I still have pudgy little belly. While I had the Doctor’s ear I discussed the idea of a campaign to prove that recognition of a mental health condition is impossible in Wyong Local Court or possibly any local court with WLC being the one I am being dragged through. I have more referrals to psychiatrists and will begin that process immediately but I am sure that I am ill and I am almost as sure that there is no reliable way for WLC to assess that although they will base their convictions on their (lack of) knowledge
The doctor was disgusted that after ten months and four different lawyers the court is unable to see any illness or disability in me. I have already made the note that it strikes me as devious and dishonest that the physical limitations of my life are not the first thing to be mentioned in this court. There seems to be purposeful dumbing down of evidence. Something is wrong and it seems to a something everyone in there is very comfortable with and prepared to defend.
The doctor also made referrals for a whole spate of x-rays. So far the court has done everything possible to avoid the evidence of illness and it is almost certain they will do the same with the bone trauma so I will be irradiated many more times to replace all the x-rays lost during moves and fires in storage over the years. I am sick of being ambushed by people hunting my weaknesses rather than enabling the law.
Liddell Hart’s History of the First World War is the book I am planning on reading through Christmas. For some reason I am in the mood to take it on. TOCA Race Driver and Colin Mcrae Rally 2005 have been rediscovered from the piles of stores and I am enjoying them so Christmas will not be a tragic several days of the worst television and advertorial mud sliding that it might have been. Heading back tomorrow to get some plums and mangoes and that will be a yummy Christmas lunch I hope
That is half a dozen edits of this post and I bet I didn’t get it all right!