Climbing down from the ceiling

In some ways life over the last week has been both stressful and disagreeable – but in others it’s also been just what I needed.

On Wednesday last week I awoke at about 5.30am with an oddly persistent dry cough that just didn’t seem to want to go away.

It lasted well over two hours and by the time to I needed to leave for work rolled around I was beginning to panic.

What should I do?

The NHS 111 site that’s my partner was checking said clearly if I had EITHER this kind of cough (over a two hour plus period) or a temperature that I should not go out and begin to self isolate.

I didn’t have a fever – but I did seem to have the cough and also generally didn’t feel well.

Additionally my neck hurt and my head ached. Perhaps more worryingly there was a noticeable tightness (and pain) in my chest when I breathed in.

On any normal day I’d take some headache tablets or a Lemsip and just get on with life (and work) but it’s no longer a ‘normal’ world that we live in.

So – after speaking to my boss I began my seven days working from home in self isolation.

To begin with this was stressful.

Much of my job needs hands on work with physical devices – and me being at home instead of in the office has meant that my colleague had even more to do in my absence than he normally would.

I instantly felt guilty – but I genuinely also felt physically crappy.

My other half looked concerned – and although I tried to hide it so was I.

Was it the start of something worse?

What would we do if I was hospitalised?

Had I infected friends when I’d got bits and bobs for them in my shopping a couple of days before?

Furthermore had I brought this home to the person I care most about?

As I tried to focus on my job (despite the awful internet connection I was suddenly faced with) this was rolling over and over in my mind – and what work I did manage to complete was in many ways a welcome distraction from my pounding headache and stiff neck.

Virgin Media appeared to be struggling at times as much as I was.

As I tried to work around this technical nightmare every so often a glass of water and some paracetamol would magically arrive on my desk.

They were accompanied by a gentle hand on my forehead or on my chest to check my temperature.

I was reportedly warm it seemed – but not overly so, and although my chest still felt unusual my cough (as the days passed) slowly abated, leaving behind it an annoyingly sore and dry throat.

It didn’t feel serious though – although it’s hard to tell when you and the rest of the world are compelled to descend into hypochondria.

If this was Covid -19 then it was the lightest variant of it known to man – and my worries about who I’d infected quickly began to shift to deeper feelings of guilt about not going into work.

My absence from the office was not something that could be helped though.

Just ploughing through like an idiot and potentially passing something (or nothing) on to others would have been an epically stupid thing to do.

I’d also like to think that in making the choice I did I’ve been more responsible than some of the people I’ve seen passing my window returning from the nearby corner shop.

Whilst I’ve remained cautiously indoors they’ve strolled by carrying with them such essentials as a bottle of iron brew, a packet of crumpets, or even an individual packet of crisps.

Even more annoyingly many seem to have broken the lockdown for little more than a few cans of beer and some cigarettes.

It’s the height of irresponsibility to potentially spread or catch a virus just for the sake of such irrelevant things – and I feel that with each passing idiot I’m becoming someone that’s infinitely more judgemental than I previously was.

I used to be annoyed by my elderly neighbour watching the bin men like a hawk every Friday – but now I feel as if he’s an irritatingly kindred spirit.

I suppose it’s not up to either of us to evaluate whether passers by have a good reason to be outside or not – but when there are so many with ‘essential journeys’ going on during what happens to a sunnier period than usual it’s hard not to grind your teeth a bit.

I tried to get on with as much work as I could and not think about it – but late on Thursday afternoon the situation was taken out of my hands.

My Internet connection fell over entirely.

This just added to my stress and worry.

I forgot about nitwits with bottles of Iron Bru and my mind turned again to what my colleagues would think of me. Would they think I wasn’t working and just chilling out at home for fun?

My broadband didn’t recover until way past the end of my working day though, so regardless of how I thought I might be perceived I had to just accept that there was nothing much that I could do.

I eventually shut the lid on my laptop, went downstairs sat down on the sofa and breathed.

The TV was useless.

The broadband was unavailable.

My phone’s data allowance was practically on its knees after a brutal two weeks of abuse.

There was nothing to do but have a coffee and relax – and relax I did so until Friday morning – when I logged into my laptop and once more said good morning to my colleagues.

At this point I was informed (unexpectedly) that the managers had collectively decided that I wouldn’t have to work over the bank holiday (as originally planned) and could instead have Friday and Monday off to recover.

There’s a LOT of work coming up for me and others on the horizon and they thought it would be better to have a short break before it started rather than during its peak.

This still came as something of a surprise – and it simultaneously deepened my guilt but (if I’m honest) also left me feeling relieved and happy.

The rest of my Friday was mine to do with as I pleased.

Since this I’ve been recuperating and taking it easy – whilst very much enjoying both the weather and my time at home with ‘er indoors (a nickname I’ve discovered that she clearly loves).

It wasn’t until Saturday rolled around though that I noticed the pain in my chest was almost gone. I then began to wonder just how much of this sensation was stress rather than illness related.

I’m guessing quite a bit if I’m honest.

I’ve missed epic amounts of sleep over the last few weeks and in doing have become a ball of worry and stress. I’ve all too often felt like a cat in hot bricks practically every time I’ve left the house.

When I wake up at 3am dreaming about work or the apocalypse (which has been practically every day lately) I can’t stop myself from immediately checking the news and looking at rising death tolls around the globe.

In the new world order that’s bizarrely not what freaks me out the most though.

Shopping (now a worry for an entirely new reason since I can’t leave the house to do any for a while) has become something that I can barely bring myself to do.

Before I fell ill (specifically because I was getting so jittery and losing sleep) my partner and I had started exercising really early in the morning (when there was no one around) so that she could then give me a lift to and from work to stop me from walking in.

There are quite a few ‘choke points’ on the way to my current office that mean I can’t avoid people coming in the opposite direction – and as they pass me by I’m always struck by the thought that if I can smell their perfume or fabric softener (which I do all the time) I’m almost certainly breathing in the air they’ve breathed out.

I don’t want to be near them – regardless of how much I previously loved being around people.

I’m becoming more shut in and insular as the days go by – and wanting to venture out less and less.

My lunch breaks (before I fell ill) have been spent making up for this by pacing in circles around the car park like a zoo animal.

I’ve become increasingly aware that this physical behaviour is mirrored in my thought processes.

I’ve been pacing back and forth in my head almost as much as I am in real life.

What if this happens?

What if that comes to pass?

How will we cope if blah blah blah?

I’m not alone in this – and after catching up on a video call with some fellow bloggers last night I was encouraged to hear that the constant ‘low level fear’ that has been humming away in the back of my head for weeks was not at all unique.

We’re all finding our own ways to cope – and they’re apparently no different.

In my house food has admittedly become an increasingly unhealthy crutch that’s all too regularly pulled out to help with the added burdens that life delivers on a daily basis.



You can’t live without it – and I hate the way it still controls me in so many ways.

If I’m not thinking about eating it these days I’m worrying about where it will come from next – and the concern about whether shelves will contain what I need or be instead be devastated when I try to buy things.

For the time being though we have enough to eat for a while and I’m glad that I’m not having to stress about trying to remain socially distant in Tesco – and instead sitting in the garden writing a blog on this fine Sunday morning.

Frankly it’s a blessed relief – and if not going to that horrible place means I have to live on Weetabix with water for a week that’s a sacrifice I’m happy to make.

My previously elevated heart rate (related to this activity) is relatively normal currently at around 48bpm – but even this practically glacial level (compared to others) tells me two things.

Firstly that it’s around 10bpm higher at all times than it has been for the last few years.

Secondly I have to admit this is partly because I’m not as fit as I was before.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out why.

Less steps and more food = tubbier Davey.

Everything about me is cuddlier at the moment and I have to admit that my favourite trousers have been replaced with a pair bought online that are ‘a bit more forgiving’.

I know at some point that I’m going to have to face up to reality.

What has been done to my waistline in this time of crisis has to be undone.

However that day is not today and I refuse to add it to my list of current mental burdens.

What’s left in the cupboards and freezer needs to be rationed for a while since I do not plan to go shopping at all this week.

That means (despite my guilt for not being diabolically ill after all) I’m gradually climbing down from the ceiling and relaxing.

I’m just focusing on the garden.

The weather is glorious – and as I’ve been dragging this year’s endlessly growing ivy out of the lawn I’ve noticed that once again it’s filled with birds and butterflies.

Since they appear to be getting used to my presence once more they are also chilled enough to allow a picture or two to be taken as they go about their daily business.

As well as the gentle fluttering of butterflies in the periphery of my vision the continual soundtrack of chattering sparrows never seems to abate.

It’s something I’m infinitely grateful for – because the wonderful variety of life that my back garden presents every day is just delightful – and I’m so glad that I have one to sit in during the current lockdown.

It’s also the perfect place for my partner to focus on her creative side – and I’m simply blown away at how industrious she’s been with her chain maille jewellery making.

This morning after breakfast she talked me through all of the different kinds that she’s made recently and showed me pictures of styles that she wants to attempt in the coming weeks.

From left to right the ones she’s already attempted are:


Box weave (this has an extra ring to join the European four in one pattern)

European four in one

Full Persian

Half Persian

European four in one with half Persian

Double barrel weave

Mobius ring (the earring)

2 x helm weave with different colours

Dragon scale

Just watching her join ring after ring together with her pliers relaxes me and it clearly helps her reach her own place of zen too.

Sooner or later I hope life will begin to return to something resembling normality and when this happens I hope that everyone and everything I care about has remained intact.

Further more I hope that people still have jobs, can pay their mortgages, go to the shops without fear, and begin to share good times together once more as well as hugs and laughter.

In the meantime hopefully we can all just take a moment to look around, enjoy this all too brief respite for what it is rather than focusing (like I tend to do) on all of the stresses it embodies.

I want to just breathe in the (noticeably cleaner) air whilst whilst I savour the lack of ambient noise from traffic and aeroplanes.

I can trim my fluffy head and beard another day – maybe when I’m not so content to sit in the garden wearing PJ’s and enjoying the sunshine.


15 thoughts on “Climbing down from the ceiling

  1. Rest assured, your general and health anxiety are both very common indeed. Coping strategies around food also decidedly ‘normal’. We will all have damage to undo in a few weeks or months time. Chocolate Buttons anyone? My own newly arrived cough and sore throat last week revolved, I believe, around the appearance of a ferocious storm of tree pollen. Didn’t stop me going into a state of high anxiety. Hang in there. We will come out the other side.

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      • Hi Dave..congratulations on your huge weight loss 👏 ….I too have the alcohol problem, and was wondering how you gave it up. I’ve tried to find it in your blogs, but can’t. Thanks

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      • It’s right back in the first few months of 2016. I stopped before my blog began back in Jan 2016. I didn’t join slimming world until April after around 3 months sober. You can only do one thing at a time. Oddly once I stopped I didn’t want to start again and I’m now four and a half years sober.


  2. One day in the future we’ll all start dealing with our waistlines, and it will occur to us that it’s a wonderful privilege to be able to worry about such a silly thing. Until then, I say, LET THEM EAT CAKE! Also I was wanting to take pictures of birds and you reminded me I have a Sony camera in the cupboard I can use for that. Each blog of yours is ALWAYS a source on inspiration one way or another x

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  3. I am so pleased the cough has gone!! 😅
    I know what you mean about the low-level anxiety about going to the supermarket. And just generally about being near other people in these strange times for fear of passing something onto someone somehow. It’s so odd collectively fighting an invisible enemy. We don’t know where it is, or if we are winning the war 🤷🏻‍♀️ I suppose the best thing to do is just keep on swimming 🐠
    Beautiful garden pics as usual. Love the cheeky robin.

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  4. I really enjoyed seeing all the Robins in the garden yesterday whilst I was cleaning it. It seems nature is taking over again. 🙂 So much happy birdy tweets!

    ^__^” In all honesty I am actually still attempting to get some form of exercise in. A huge motivator in this have been my knees. They do not like the sendatory indoors life one bit! At some point one of my ancles started joining in as well o.o…. So I found a low intensity workout online for free that gives me a workout without pushing me to my limits (which would trigger my CFS). 😀 Let me know if at some point you feel interested. It’s a bit of cardio with some resistance (all standing).

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  5. Good advice all around. Hope you feel better. My anxiety comes from having to cut my employees payroll as my business is failing right now. But you remind me that health is more important than anything. I can use this time to pick up some new hobbies so I’m focused on things I didn’t think of before like scrapbooking, knitting loom masks for friends and I’m reading a book on ancient Polynesian tattoos which believe it or not I may try to tattoo myself if this lockdown goes on and on.

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  6. Hi Dave, I’ve been following you for quite sometime now and truly enjoy your postings. I check daily for your new ones and haven’t seen any since April 12 so am wondering if you’re ok. Trusting all is well and missing your dailies.

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