gerardcarey
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- CFx2, CPx1
Those folks with ‘Sleep Apnea’ use them.
The machine thing they have to plug in. CPAP wikipedia tells me.
They need a plug near their bunk.
If they use it presumably they won't 'kick the bucket' during the night.
Anyway, our little walking group were first arrivals outside the Albergue at San Juan de Ortega.
We sat along the wooden seat that ran from the front door along the outside wall.
The queue had grown to fifteen+ when up walks a bloke carrying an CPAP machine.
He stands near the door chatting to me and my walking companions.
The pilgrim line gradually lengthens over the next 1/2 hour or so.
He continues chatting.
Eventually the hospitalero rolls up and unbolts the door.
We all pick up our packs and shuffle closer to the door, as does the CPAP bloke.
“Oi!' says Mick, my Irish companion, to the CPAP bloke, “Where the hell do you think you are going? If you want a bed here tonight you'd better join the end of the queue, like everybody else”.
I was stunned into an embarrassed silence.
As was the CPAP bloke, who wandered off lugging his machine.
“Hell Mick, you're a bit tough”, I said.
“He had his chance to get a decent place in the queue, but he fronted up, deliberately pushing in front of people, expecting preferential treatment”, replied Mick.
“He aint gonna get it, not when I'm around anyway…….. If you had his complaint would you do that?”
“Probably not”, I replied, “but those folks with the oxygen mask on, gasping away, well they look like they are on their last legs don't they?”
“That's exactly what he's was playing on. Well he's not on his last legs and he was just bloody rude”.
Was Mick Right?........Was Mick Wrong?
The machine thing they have to plug in. CPAP wikipedia tells me.
They need a plug near their bunk.
If they use it presumably they won't 'kick the bucket' during the night.
Anyway, our little walking group were first arrivals outside the Albergue at San Juan de Ortega.
We sat along the wooden seat that ran from the front door along the outside wall.
The queue had grown to fifteen+ when up walks a bloke carrying an CPAP machine.
He stands near the door chatting to me and my walking companions.
The pilgrim line gradually lengthens over the next 1/2 hour or so.
He continues chatting.
Eventually the hospitalero rolls up and unbolts the door.
We all pick up our packs and shuffle closer to the door, as does the CPAP bloke.
“Oi!' says Mick, my Irish companion, to the CPAP bloke, “Where the hell do you think you are going? If you want a bed here tonight you'd better join the end of the queue, like everybody else”.
I was stunned into an embarrassed silence.
As was the CPAP bloke, who wandered off lugging his machine.
“Hell Mick, you're a bit tough”, I said.
“He had his chance to get a decent place in the queue, but he fronted up, deliberately pushing in front of people, expecting preferential treatment”, replied Mick.
“He aint gonna get it, not when I'm around anyway…….. If you had his complaint would you do that?”
“Probably not”, I replied, “but those folks with the oxygen mask on, gasping away, well they look like they are on their last legs don't they?”
“That's exactly what he's was playing on. Well he's not on his last legs and he was just bloody rude”.
Was Mick Right?........Was Mick Wrong?
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