SICKNESS, BOOKS, AND HELPING OTHERS

This last week has been a bit up and down, but by no means dull.

I worked for the first part, doing my usual work routine, but I noticed that I’ve been getting extremely exhausted of late. The week before, I very nearly burned myself out. Too many late nights and not enough rest, and on top of that I caught the mother of all cold/flu viruses off one of my management team. Usually I can handle colds and the like, but this one hit me like a brick and lingered for quite some time. 

Ever since I had Glandular Fever last year, I have always kept a stocked up medical box in my rucksack. Not your regular assortment of bandages and plasters or burn cream, but more like a tablet box packed with Lemsip, paracetamol, neurophen, and a couple of other niceties in the mix. I keep it in my rucksack all the time. Not just for myself – usually I get the odd headache or cold now and then – but also for my work mates. I seem to be the local ‘drug lord’ or chemist that my workmates turn to if they need something.

I say “turn to”; now and then I have to ask them if they DO want something because they sometimes suffer in silence – and there’s nothing quite as disheartening as watching your workmates zombie around with a heavy cold, bunged up expression, aching all over. For starters, I hate to see people suffer, and secondly, the sooner they hit the cold or headache ‘on the head’ the less chance it’ll linger or pass over to someone else. …I’m getting away with myself here. Back to the main plot!

So I’d noticed I’d been getting really exhausted and run down a lot. Quite literally, just by going through my usual morning routine of “getting up, showered, dressed, bag packed, breakfast” would drain me so much that I’d actually need a quick power nap. It’s not physical exertion as much as mental exertion. I’d always look so tired and out of colour. Worrying?

I finished my shift on Tuesday and decided to catch the next train back to Abertillery; partly to go see my family as I missed them, but also so I could book an appointment with the doctors to get myself checked out. Course, my mum was terribly ill too and she managed to pass her sickness onto me. Sigh. The doctor didn’t have much to say either. “Come back in two weeks and see if anything’s changed from then”. Never mind the fact that I’ve been exhausted then. Gotta love these new doctors. Makes me think I wish Joshie were here. I do miss him.

With the sickness I’d caught off mum, I couldn’t go into work for two days, and seeing as I wasn’t in till Sunday that gave me a few more days to actually chill and relax. What did I do with my time?

I watched the entirety of DOWNTON ABBEY: Series One on Blu-Ray, and the first three episodes of series 2. Love that series 😀

I also completed reading the first book of GAME OF THONES!!! It’s taken me a good few months on and off, but I finally got there. I’m taking a break from that series to read other novels. I’ve already seen series 3 of the TV series anyway.

During my time off, I managed to read the “Quick Read” book of YOUNG SHERLOCK HOLMES: BEDLAM by Andrew Lane. It was only 16 pages, but I still felt satisfying to finish even a short book lol.

I’m currently reading through THE BOOK THIEF by Markus Zusak – a fantastic novel narrated by Death and set in World War 2 Germany. It was recommended to me by Mum, and I figured it might make good character research for Grim: A Tale of Death – the web series which you can see a test clip of in the previous post. I’m actually amazed at the speed with which I’m going through this book. I’m trying to get through a hundred pages a day. If I can manage that, I’ll be through my pile of unread books in no time 😀

 

In other news:

I’ve been helping out a good friend of mine – James Koash, a fellow Abertillery boy. He’s had a run of bad luck recently and I felt it was my duty to help him. So he’s now crashing at my place on occasion. He’s such a lovely, charismatic character and very humble and kind. He works very hard too – trying to set up his own marketing business company, and I’ll definitely give him all the help I can. Check out his website here if you like 🙂

http://www.seiri.co.uk 

https://www.facebook.com/seiriagency?fref=ts

We’ve been on a couple of nights out throughout the week and made some new friends and contacts from the student freshers. It’s always good to meet new people – especially if they’re film makers and actors alike 😉

If anything, I’m glad of the company. James gets me out of the house now and then to join parties, and I give him a place to rest, recover and rebuild himself. If ever I had a house of my own, a big house, I’d use it to help the people I love to get back on their feet.

I like to help people, when I can.

The Mariot

I’ve just got back from the gymnasium in the Mariot Hotel (Cardiff City centre), and what an experience it was too!

I’ve not been to the gym for ages, due to the fact that living within the city centre is expensive enough in itself and I’m too lazy most of the time to get out the house and just run. I figured, seeing as my younger brother Chris is, by far, a damn sight more buff than me, it’s time I actually pulled my finger out and got fit.

Picture Me in Speedo’s. “Ah yeah” *cool expression* XD

So how did it all begin? My friend, Lauren Entwistle, joined the gym yesterday evening, at the Mariot. After discovering she gets a number of of VIP tickets – allowing a friend to come along for free – she decided it was a great idea for me to come along with her. We’re like brother and sister, although most of the time she plays mum. (Yes, I’m a lot older than her, but it’s funny half the time).

So this morning we arranged to meet at 10am at the Mariot and use it’s illustrious facilities. We were each given a towel and a locker key, and then made our way to the changing rooms. I expected a scattering of hot young talent – you know the type; smooth pecks, tasty looking shoulders and a cheeky smile to die for – but the place wasn’t that busy at all. In fact it was slightly empty apart from a few middle aged guys. Well, it was 10am in the morning. Shame, I thought. I was hoping for some eye candy!

After locking my stuff up, I joined Lauren in the main gym room. We started on the treadmill, which was great fun, and I got up to a fast walking pace. Didn’t fancy running – it was only the first day, and I’d be running up and down stairs for 6 hours in work (Nando’s St Davids 2) later on. I got up to quite a pace and even increased the height considerably – well, I am a ‘valley boy’, so I should be used to steep inclines. I used to sprint back and forth to school as a kid.

We completed a 20 minute workout and the machine came to a stop, though my legs still felt as if I were moving forward at great speed, even whilst standing still. Next up was the walking peddle thingy machine… I think people call it a Gazelle. It was slightly tricky to stabilise on it, as it felt like I was hobbling from side to side, but I managed to get the hang of it eventually. We didn’t spend too long on it though, as apparently (according to Lauren) you shouldn’t push yourself too hard on the first day. So we moved on to do some stretching and sit-ups with a medicine ball.

I’ve not done sit-ups in a long while, and it’s not one of my favourite things to do. But doing them with someone else is a lot better. We used the medicine ball to give some weight and Lauren stood on my feet to help me. I really don’t have much muscle in my stomach. I’ve never had a six pack or even a four pack. I’ve just been thin and pretty much average. Being a guy who detests violence, I figured I’d never need to be built like a brick shit-house. But then, it’s important as an actor to keep in shape and refine the tool that is your body. I’d better get started then!

We then got changed for swimming. Now, I’ve not been swimming for well over five years – since way Way WAY before I came out with my bisexuality. Hence why I didn’t go swimming much at all. Apart from the fact that I can’t swim (I sort of splash and float like a concrete brick), I just felt very conscious about the fact I’d be surrounded by other hot guys with amazing naked bodies – I was never too pleased with this incarnation of mine. But that was back then, and not now. Though I still can’t swim (much) I’m a lot more comfortable with myself and sexuality. (Bit of a daft reason not to go swimming in the past, to be honest)

Before we hit the pool, Lauren and I entered the Sauna – a hot steamy room that I’d never been in before. God, it was hot in there, but it felt brilliant. Apparently the heat is meant to detox your body through sweat. The tiled seating was hot to sit on, and you could feel the condensation going up your nostrils when you breathed in. It was relaxing though.

We then used the pool, which wasn’t deep at all. In fact it only came up to my chest, in the deep end, so there was no worry about drowning. No diving either (for obvious reasons lol). I did a couple of lengths back and forth and realised I can sort of swim to a certain extent. It’s the breathing I have trouble with. Sometimes it’s like I panic in the water, short of breath, which causes the heart to go mad and you naturally wanna breath faster and whatnot. I just need to control my breathing and it should be fine really.

The last time I went swimming was at some mad boring ‘Christian camp’ called Hebron (which was in Cardiff), where they keep you in for a couple of days, sing songs, do activities and whatnot then have mass praying sessions and the odd “conversion” evening. It was alright at the time. But when it came to using their pool, some idiot called Damian (no, not the Anti-Christ) decided he’d be a show-off by performing a backward somersault off the side of the pool into the water. Well… he ended in the water alright, right after he smashed his skull open on the concrete side. Blood poured into the water, spreading outwards. He was rushed to the hospital and bandaged up. But they sterilised the pool, after, with enough chlorine to blind a horse! My eyes stung like mad.

Luckily, this pool at the Mariot was nothing short of pleasant. And the fact that we used the jacuzzi afterwards (I’ve never been in one before!!!)… it was like being on holiday! The best holiday ever!! I’ve not been that relaxed in a very long while, and after all the stress, and that mental breakdown I had last week – yes, it’s a hard life being an agony uncle (or as I like to call Doctor) to so many people – this was just what I’d needed to relax again.

*Leans back in the jacuzzi and sighs to oneself in relaxation*

Am I going to come back? Very probably! XD