WordPress is an amazing virtual place, the centre of blogosphere #1… I have successfully written myself to a healthier, more efficient, sustainable independent future by going nowhere very fast! NB: this is finxional writing (i.e.fiction, not yet reality… just in case the DWP are reading and would like another excuse to make me freeze and starve for the fourth successive winter! Yeah, of course I’m overplaying the fear of being a private tenant – as if my good landlord would leave his good tenant homeless during winter while arrears can be accrued and put on the tab…) This is my response to the e-book DPprompt for 28th September… written from the point of view of in three years from now…
It all began during that first week of October 2015, deciding that enough was enough and investing my shortfall rent money from my meagre ‘welfare’ deprivation allowance to instead purchasing medicinal nutritional supplements to support my health needs. All I had to do was be ready to give my heavy filing cabinet, sofa, fridge anything else a good shove across the floor to barricade myself in for six well-prepared months to prevent eviction, just in case.)
Within six months I had now been able to achieve the improved baseline of a more normal daily routine, getting up, making myself at least presentable and eating three healthy meals a day. Housework could now take place and everything was falling into place nicely. Planning had been enabled. I had been able to sustain concentration and efforts for online learning efforts and my work-related activity plan was proceeding nicely. My quality of rest had improved and it was so satisfying to see and know that my baseline activity level and stamina were gradually increasing.
Ironically, better capability for adequately communicating the impacts of my medical conditions on my daily living resulted in successfully obtaining welfare entitlements I should have been receiving all along. Finally, I was being enabled to make the transition from living like death barely warmed up in a state of premature pre-geriatric daily demise toward some capability for work. Of course I joined a campaigning organisation and donated some of my bed-bound and house-bound time to supporting the cause to end this punative inhuman regime the government call ‘welfare’.
Three years later and here I am managing to draw and paint and make things for twenty hours some weeks, rather than twenty minutes some rare days if I was lucky. I have sustained a twelve hour working week for a year under permitted work rules and didn’t mind at all losing ‘benefit money’ replaced by wages. I had gradually been building up small ways of achieving self-employed earnings and had regular in-person and online supportive assistance to reach my goals from the best Employment Advisor I could never have imagined.
My doctor has retired and is now at last able to practise privately the healthcare he was trained to provide free from the constraints of NHS business policies. As a long-term patient he offers me reduced fees as compensation for previous levels of poor service he was compelled by contractual obligations to the State to impose on some of his patients. I not only receive supportive advice but objective feedback and helpful strategies for ongoing health improvements – and of course, letters appropriately supporting and representing my needs with full knowledge as my primary therapist.
I am planning to celebrate my first sale of one of my old student paintings from the early 1990s that achieved slightly in excess of my personal valuation of that artefact – enough to buy – and repair – my home! i’m glad i didn’t sell it for a tenner when I might have had the chance!
Crazy thing to do to buy this house, but I love my little falling to pieces shack, my rent was over-priced and my landlord would prefer shot of the place and to lose the possibility of litigation now I am financially enabled. Of course I have too much respect for such a credible family business to insult them with actual legal action although on the other hand I have been learning to toughen up and remember to reflect back ‘it’s nothing personal, just business…’
The book I started writing almost three years to the day is finally near readying for limited edition publication and mass marketing as a virtual product. There’s enough demand to let plenty go free with pay-what-you-like promotions and other forms of patronage and donation.
I am keeping my day job. I love supermarket work. I don’t mind the ‘in-house’ excercise now I’m well enough and enjoy company of other people. It’s not mundane to be filling shelves, tidying stock or providing customer service – being on the shop floor can be quite entertaining. Mixing with colleagues enrichens my life and I have plenty of free time and well-being enough to manage my limited capacity working week and not have too much worry about periods of unpaid sickness and incapability having received essential enabling support.
I decided against increased employed working hours to ensure sustainability of my job and the regular wage. I’m continuing ‘spare time’ self-employment and a regular short weekly volunteering role. I also joined the local writers group and artist’s society. I still have to do a lot of my work in resting conditions from my bed to be comfortable and sustain the effort while resting but feel so much better in general. I’m well enough to shower every day and that’s fabulous! It’d be nice to earn a bit of pin-money from sales of my first book, but reader feedback has to be the best reward ever!
It wasn’t something I’d ever planned to do previously, to write a book of fiction, but was one of those daft challenges I found myself caught up with and hooked by along the way of blogosphere#1 exploration and adventures.
It’s absolutely the best thing ever to finally cut free from the shackles of welfare dependency and to proceed from here, October 2018, with livelihood, independent means and only my tax return to ensure to complete! I don’t even mind paying for my dental care as I couldn’t get my teeth fixed sufficiently while on free service terms! At least now I’m not obliged to be poisoned and I’ll get what I pay for!
If anyone had suggested to me, back in 2015, that things would have turned out this way, I would have quietly said to myself, ‘it is what I’ve been aiming for all along’, smiled and replied ‘I certainly do hope so!’
If you have read this far down the page, thank you – I feel the need to remind you that all those things described above are fiction, other than those things that refer to my immediate state of being, here and now, late September 2015.