Subscription renewed

Sigh.

It’s the weekend – and I’m looking at my bank account. After a ‘minor tech refresh’ it’s taken a beating recently.

Many of my favourite things had outlived their usefulness and (in my view anyway) needed to be replaced with newer ones. I’d resisted doing this since being made redundant in 2016 – but now I feel settled in my job (I was finally taken on in a permanent capacity late last year) I thought the time was right to dip into my savings and engage in some retail therapy.

I don’t like debt – and I don’t buy things unless I have the money to do so – but when I do I try and make sure that I don’t buy twice.

It’s like painting a wall though. One coat is never enough, and every time you stand back to admire your handiwork you see a patch that you’ve missed and need to touch it up. Once I’d scratched the first itch another arose, and so on and so on until I finally felt the urge subside.

Now it appears that I’ve reached (almost) the end of this particular cycle I’ve been trying to be good and rebuild my savings. Then a text came through, and I lifted my wrist to glance at it on my watch.

‘Thank you for renewing your WordPress subscription’.

Dammit.

I’d forgotten about that. An unexpected £84 charge arriving to irritatingly chip away at my progress.

Not so long ago I saw this as good value. I wrote all the time, felt I had a lot to say, and viewed all of my blogs as a therapeutic diary of sorts.

These days however (in the absence of a world outside) Netflix can seem like a better way to spend my money – but this once again makes me more of a consumer than a creator – and that’s not who I want to be.

Logistically it’s difficult to avoid WordPress’s fees and go back to their ‘free’ model.

There’s too much in my litany of posts now to fit into a standard plan. The photos within them take up gigabytes of storage space.

Since the posts I’ve written were often built around the images I posted they don’t really make sense without them.

If I remove them the blogs I’ve uploaded would be confusing and eviscerated – so in my mind I have one of two choices.

Firstly I can continue paying WordPress to host my recent history and just suck it up – or secondly I remove everything altogether and shut up shop.

It seems a shame though to go with the second option. An awful lot of time and hard work went into the creation of my posts – and absolutely every word I’ve written has been both heartfelt and honest.

I’ve never been so consistently creative in my entire life as when I first started blogging – and one day I want to get back to both the artistic and physical state that I was in back then.

It’s hard though.

I’ve been feeling older lately than I have in ages. A combination of poor choices regarding food, using my car more and reduced lockdown exercise over the last year have taken their toll – and I have depressingly familiar aches and pains once more that I thought were long gone.

These are affecting my willingness to write as well as my capability (and willingness) to exercise.

Who knew that putting weight back on would lead to the same old muscle and back strains occurring all over again?

Chief among these is my left calf – which frustratingly has been pulling more often in recent months than a randy teenager in Benidorm.

It’s no laughing matter though. Walking (or twalking) was my thing – and lately I’ve really really struggled with it.

Every step feels like it’s going to cause another injury – and the stiffer way it makes me walk (as I try to protect my calf from tearing again) means that I force other parts of my body to take additional strain.

Before I know it my left knee starts hurting, then my right hip, and eventually my back.

It really doesn’t help that (thanks to a childhood car accident that left me in traction for a few months) I have one leg that’s 1cm shorter than the other.

This has resulted in a variety of problems with nerves and tendons in my left leg over the years – and my thigh (after a strain incurred whilst working in Amsterdam some years ago) is still completely numb.

Completely numb that is apart from tingling and burning sensations which continually arrive without warning to remind me that I still have a thigh at all.

I’d take numb and tingly over the pain of a torn muscle and the corresponding worry of continual injury any day though.

It really sucks – and its insanely frequent occurrence recently is getting me down a lot.

However – toward the end of last week I’d gradually been increasing my walking radius again – all the while trying to reduce the number of times I have to stop to let it (and other parts of my legs) recover from the odd gait it produces.

For the first time (from around Wednesday onwards) it didn’t feel like taking a step would result in a painful ‘twang’.

Consequently today I’m feeling hopeful and dare I say a bit cheerful.

It also might be attributable to my partner (who plays as my Switch avatar in Animal Crossing) always dressing me in a manner that she believes suits me or makes her giggle.

Occasionally this means that I have a flower in my hair, some star shaped sunglasses and a skirt – but more often than not she seems to capture my ‘inner Davey’.

A couple of weeks ago I was running around catching butterflies in a full Star Trek uniform – but this week I appear to be a plumber…

She does make me smile.

If I’m honest though it’s not just her geekiness (and appreciation of mine) that’s the cause of my bouyant mood.

I suspect that this also corresponds with an improvement in our diet as well. After a gradual return to better eating habits (cutting out little bits here and there over the last two months in the shopping until no crap exists in our house at all) both of us are feeling proud that there’s not a single thing (aside from a small pot of honey) in the fridge or cupboards that could be considered ‘sinful’.

The last thing to remove was granola – which had begun to take up an uncomfortably large portion of the kitchen cupboards.

We told ourself (without bothering to work it out) that this delicious crunchy cereal was better than biscuits and chocolate – but I suspect that the reality from a calorie perspective (especially when 1kg of it could mysteriously disappear in a day) was that it was pretty much as bad as all the other crap.

However – the fact is that my making increasingly better choices bit by bit we’ve moved from a shopping list (during the peak of lockdown) that included cake, chocolate, hot cross buns and crisps to one that once again has only wholemeal pitta bread, potatoes and Weetabix as our last remaining concessions to carbs.

Sure – these all have to be eaten in moderation (which still presents a challenge) but our lockdown ‘taste’ for processed foods finally appears to be waning.

Despite a stressful return to classroom based teaching I’m also proud to say that my partner in crime has completely managed to avoid chocolate, croissants and sweeties.

I couldn’t be prouder of her in this respect. We both have our ‘go-to’ stress foods and if I’m honest I’m pretty pleased with myself for managing to do the same – because hers is not the only difficult work environment.

I am currently faced with such an insane amount of work to do in my job that it’s actually become quite comical.

My colleague and I worked out the other day that the hardware that’s in storage waiting to deploy to users (which the both of us have to somehow manage between us) currently represents the man hours of me and him working full tilt for six months to complete.

That’s without any new technical faults or support requests arising in the meantime…

Oddly though it’s still a rewarding job and I really like what I do working in the NHS. It’s a small chance to make a positive difference in a world that’s been screwed up for way too long – and if I can make the lives of those who look after us a little easier – then it’s worth it.

Plus – there’s a point where any given workload becomes so ridiculously impossible that you either cave under the weight of it all or simply accept that you can only do as much as you can do, step back mentally and just relax into the tasks at hand.

Oddly I’ve often found in the past that having just a little bit too much to do is more stressful than being completely overwhelmed.

Being almost able to complete your allotted tasks but not quite having enough time means you get within touching distance – don’t make it – and then feel like you’re failing at life.

Worse still – If you’re conscientious (like I feel I am) then it often results in you working longer hours ‘just to do that extra little bit more to make tomorrow easier.’

This can be a really self destructive cycle – and I often think that employers rely on this kind of behaviour in employees to penny pinch and avoid hiring additional resource.

If your job is completely impossible then you eventually have to just shrug your shoulders and get on with it or walk away.

It’s difficult for more reasons than just workload though. Last week I was also moved from the location I’ve been in for the last year (itself quite isolating but at least there was someone to talk to occasionally) to another location where I’m now completely on my own.

The offices that I’m in are almost totally empty (since most staff are still under orders to work from home) and now I’m finding that I can spend entire days at a time with no peers to bounce off.

I have customers that come in – and they can be quite lovely to interact with – but the interactions you’d have with a person that’s essentially your client differ entirely from those that you’d have with friend or colleague.

Sometimes I feel that my life is all work (aside from a weekly trip to the supermarket just to break up the monotony) and it presents no opportunity to just chat with friends or colleagues and share thoughts.

Although there was one very nice lady who stopped by and spent the time to talk to me last week.

As we nattered I felt that both of us felt very similar things (she described my own feelings above practically word for word) and that we were both starved of the face to face interaction and human contact that we loved.

The conversation was almost a ‘hungry’ attempt on both of our parts to share as many thoughts and feelings about life as we possibly could before the time to go back to our jobs came and we had to end our chat.

It left me feeling quite energised – but also underlined just how much I miss being around people in the workplace.

I didn’t want our time together to end.

When I managed a team years ago I loved sitting in the middle of them and listening to the chatter. You could spot who needed support and react before things got bad.

It wasn’t just one way either. As much as you lifted them, they lifted you.

These days it’s all about the grind – and how long you can keep going in isolation.

I have to believe that a better day is coming though. I have my 2nd Covid vaccination next week – and although that doesn’t mean I can’t catch it hopefully it does mean that I won’t end up dying from it.

My partner will soon have hers as well.

It won’t be long before we’re both protected – and then I can slowly begin to let go of my continual underlying fear that something bad will happen to the person that I’ve come to rely so much on and care about.

I can’t imagine life without her – and I think that we want to have our second inoculation as much for each other as we do for ourselves.

Sadly though I’ve come across some people who think differently – that want to avoid having the jab (either they mistrust the science – or didn’t believe in Coronavirus in the first place) and I worry what this will mean for a possible third wave of infections.

Lord only knows the NHS (and me) have been ground into the floor by the whole exercise – and even though we’re now in a better place after three months of lockdown it’s difficult not to see the same behaviours causing a return to the rising infection rates that we had before.

It’s not just that though.

If it’s someone you care about, their refusal to go ahead with a vaccination could mean a lot of pain and heartache for those left behind if the worst comes to pass.

I know that people want ‘normality’, foreign holidays and trips to the pub again – I really get it.

I also get the belief that there’s more to this whole situation – even why people might believe in conspiracy theories.

There’s a natural need to make sense out of something that defies logic, to have an ‘answer’ or an identifiable perpetrator.

The world has turned upside down and we need to blame something – anything – to have reason for why our lives are so out of control.

Sometimes events just doesn’t have an answer though – and even if there is an evil Chinese lab in Wuhan to blame does it really matter?

I’d pay through the nose to go to the cinema right now and afterwards to sit in a restaurant having a romantic meal with my partner – but there are bigger issues. We need to have enough people who are immune for our society to gradually re-open, and tentatively step outside into the light again.

Whether by design or accident things happen and without some degree of trust in our leaders (no matter how imperfect or what political creed they come from) ultimately chaos will just take over.

The best we can do is try and navigate through it and attempt to trust those around us – even if it’s temporary.

Politics and opinion is so ridiculously polarised at the moment that rational discourse (where people agree to disagree but crucially remain cordial and willing to engage in dialogue) seems to be on the way out. You’re either right or wrong – and differences of opinion have become intolerable.

It seems lately that you’re either vocally on board with whatever moral outrage is trending or you’re part of the problem. Even worse you’re identified as an offender yourself and torn apart in social media.

In no way shape or form do I think Piers Morgan is a wonderful guy – and neither do I have any particular love for Donald Trump or Nigel Farage, but they have a right to an opinion.

I worry what happens – and what gets forced underground – when we silence their right to speak their minds and their ability to vocalise their thoughts.

As odious and disagreeable as he is – if unelected technocrats can silence the most powerful political voice in the world overnight what happens if they set their sights on something else that we hold dear?

For all the joy I felt when Trump’s twitter account got banned I ultimately felt just as much worry about where he had gone when social media went quiet.

Trump and others like him haven’t disappeared – they’ve just been forced underground, along with everyone that believes the same things. The difference now is that such people feel more validated than ever and now have tangible ‘evidence’ that their world views and ways of life are under threat.

Isn’t this the way that ‘home grown terrorism’ starts?

Isn’t it better for us all to stand in the light and accept that we may not agree?

There has to be a way for us all to talk and for us to be able to occasionally to cause offence (and be challenged constructively if we do) without being instantly fired or invited to ‘consider our positions’.

I honesty think the fault lies with Social Media – and I’ve seen it polarise the opinions of those I love. It’s re-enforced every subconscious worry lurking within and created a world view that completely fits in with whatever they fear the most.

For all the democracy it promised social media hasn’t helped matters.

Mostly because of the way it pushes content to us (Cambridge Analytica anyone?) it’s radicalised both the left and the right, sharpening opinions to the tip of a spear that people can poke others with from a distance – and I have had enough of it.

I’ve practically given up Facebook (you may see my profile removed in the near future) I want nothing more to do with Twitter, and I’m hovering on the edge with Instagram.

I’ll throw the street a party when people finally get wise to the fact that Twitter and Facebook rants aren’t real life.

Until this is all over (as much as I hate it – whether its fake news or not) I’m keeping my mask on, sitting on my own at work (as lonely as it makes me feel) and I’m talking to friends via my phone (as much as I miss their faces and hugs.)

Once everyone is safe however I’m going into overdrive.

I’m travelling to the seaside just for the ****ing sake of it just so that I can sit on the beach holding my partner’s hand & listen to the waves while children play and build sandcastles.

I’m going to sit in a coffee shop, surrounded by people reading newspapers and sipping a coffee like they don’t have a care in the world.

I’m going to re-enter society – and when I do I’ll be breathing fresh air without fear.

If the truth be told I’m rather looking forward to having an aching shoulder from the needle next week.

It’s a reminder that there’s hope for the future, and that this sh*t show of a year is finally in the rear view mirror.

Maybe I’ll keep paying my WordPress subscription.

Maybe soon I’ll once again have something to write about and I can look back on my current creative drought with perspective and remind myself how good things are, when I can see how bad the world got, before it woke up and decided to meet in the middle and shake hands again.

Davey

5 comments

  1. Well done for getting back on track slowly. I am sorry that the aches and pains have returned, but at least they are retreating :). So that’s good.
    Have you considered a third option? A lot of hosting websites will host wordpress blogs for a lot less money than a WordPress subscription costs. You could literally just transfer the content of your blog to that without losing anything and pay less. Might be worth looking into ;).
    Don’t let work drive you crazy. You can only do what you can.

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  2. I am a small (very tiny) part of “internet” that you sometimes address your posts to. And as a consumer, I’m always so grateful for the creativity and honesty your posts convey. I’m hopeful that the creative and therapeutic energies again become rewarding for you too. But in any case, I continue to be appreciative of your blog (love the photos too) and always am so happy to see a new one materialize.

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  3. Hi Dave,
    I just want to thank you for renewing your subscription to WordPress and for your amazing blog. Some while back, long before Covid, I was seeking out slimming inspiration on the internet and your FB page popped up. To say I was impressed by your achievement is an understatement. Anyway, I pressed the follow button on your page and enjoyed seeing occasional posts. I do remember seeing a photo you posted of you and your lovely lady soon after you got together and thinking how great you looked together. I was about to embark on my own epic weight loss journey at the time and I planned to read all your old posts to spur me on. However, loads of negative stuff happened in my world soon after that and it was not the right time for me to give up my food and alcohol comfort blankets. I put weight loss out of my mind for a while. Anyway, fast forward to now and I am back in the right mind set (alcohol free since June) and last week I decided to look you up on FB again. Great sadness, you was not there, so I searched on Google instead and wonder of wonders I found this amazing blog instead. I am just starting to emerge out of a dark place similar in so many ways to the one you was in in 2016 and this blog is a brilliant help. Your writing skills are wonderful, full of warmth, humour and ‘humanness’. I hope you decide you want to write here again and if you ever decide you are going to publish a book I will definitely be in the queue to buy it. Thank you for your bravery in sharing all of this information, it is helpful & inspiring in equal measure.
    Kind Regards
    Jan O.

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  4. Hi, I just want to say a big thank you for renewing your WP subscription. I really enjoy the warmth, honesty, humour and intelligence in your blog and I am in the process of reading every single post before I go to sleep at night. I did write a much longer spiel yesterday to say how much it is helping me on my own ‘J’ word, but I think that has got lost. I am not very IT savvy, so I will keep my second attempt short as the main thing is I want to express my gratitude to you for sharing all this information. I hope you are your partner are well and I hope you decide to post again one day. With your brilliant writing skills I also hope you decide to publish a book because I want to buy it!

    Take care.

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