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Announcing New Embed Support for Getty Images

This is awesome. I think visual communication is the best way to quickly express many of the thoughts and feelings I have in a moment, so access to this vast library of professional photographs is a real asset.

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Earlier today, Getty Images announced a new embed feature that will allow people to access and share photos from its extensive library of images for non-commercial purposes. We have been working with Getty Images over the past few weeks and are excited to bring this feature to WordPress.com!

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Nightmare Under The Garden

Last night I had a strange dream.

I was in my garden at night, taking to my next door neighbour. I noticed a headstone in the corner of my garden. It was a brand new, clean, light grey stone, without any markings on it. A blank headstone. For some reason I was holding a shovel. I asked my neighbour if he knew anything about the sudden appearance of this worrying addition to my garden? He had no idea how it got there. He suggested I start digging to see what was under it. I started digging and after a short while a large hole appeared in front of the headstone.

Thing One and Thing Two

There was a large open bunker under my garden. I had dug into it. There were lots of strange people in there buzzing around and smiling wickedly. They looked like Thing one and Thing two from the Cat in the Hat children’s books by Dr. Seuss. They had orange jump suits on and were all pointing at me as they rushed around the bunker under my garden. They also seemed to be taking orders from someone else. Someone with a long dark shadow.

All I could see was the shadow, not the leader himself. The strange orange-suited creatures started shouting at me to “Jump! Jump!”. They wanted me to join them in the bunker. I could feel a chill running down my spine. I heard a familiar voice trying to call me from within the bunker, being drowned out by the horrid squealing creatures. It sounded like my father’s voice. He is turning 80 next Tuesday and I am paranoid that he is going to die soon. He’s pretty depressed and keeps talking about just wanting to die, but I have always wanted to be the one to save him. To try and give him back the desire to live and embrace life. I have always had a real Darth Vader and Luke Skywalker thing with my dad, with me trying to save him from himself. Was his voice asking me for help or was he the Dark Leader? Who knows.

It was dark outside and I knew there was some form of powerful evil down there, in the bunker under my garden. I didn’t want to go down there. I felt a force trying to pull me down into it. I shouted to my neighbour to help me. He ran and got some strong rope and threw it to me. I grabbed the rope and held on for dear life as he pulled me away form the hole in my garden by the headstone. The stronger he pulled the rope to save me the stronger the dark forces in the bunker pulled at me. I closed my eyes and used all my power to pull away form the darkness. I gathered all my energy and made one big jump away form the hole. I felt my face smash into the cold hard ground. I blanked out.

When I came to, I was in my hallway. There was a knock at the floor. All I could see was a tall, black shadow again. I checked that the chain was on the door. I franticly searched for my house keys to check that the locks had been activated. I saw visions of criminals with killer eyes at my door, desperate to get in and commit some sort of horror. I was full of anxiety and fear as I turned the key in the door lock to make sure the door stayed closed. the people outside started pushing at my front door. They were eager to get in. Something dark wanted to grab hold of me.

I heard the clock radio turn on. the music playing was the Calvin Harris Remix of Spectrum (Say My Name) by Florence and The Machine. I love that song and it empowered me enough to get out of bed.

What was that dream all about. It was some form of nightmare, playing on my real fear of burglars and having the safety of my home invaded. It felt like one of the Doctor Who serials I have been watching every day for the last few months. Strange alien creatures in an underground lair. Like Doctor Who and The Silurians (a great serial from season 7, Jon Pertwee’s 1st Season as the Doctor).

I had thought dreams were meant to be full of our unconscious desires, in order to keep us sleeping to keep enjoying the things we get to experience in dream-world but are denied us in the real world. This is because we need sleep to re-energise our bodies and mind, and dreams force us to take the time to switch off to allow the body to do its work. It’s sort of like defragmenting the hard drive of a computer, something we never bother to do until its too late. If we had our desires fulfilled every time we defragged a PC we would do it every night! Yet I have no desire to be sucked into a world of death and evil or attacked by burglars. Sure a lot of the unconscious fears and insecurities we bury deep inside our psyche come out in dreams. This just felt so powerful. I need to get round to reading The Interpretations of Dreams by Sigmund Freud.

I didn’t help that I have been fallen ill with an increasingly worsening cold that feels like it is a physical manifestation of how I feel psychologically/ mentally. I feel exhausted, burnt out, battered. I am not coping well with the fall-out from my sister’s decision to exclude me and the family from her wedding. From losing what I thought was a really close relationship, and had been at one time, for a long time. From realising that I have lost and am losing everything I used to rely on to keep me going in this harsh, cold, unjust world.

I wanted to sleep for longer to try and give my body more energy to fight the cold. My nightmare prevented that. Ironically sleep is one of the few things I still have that I can rely on to help me get through life. I also have blogging. Typing out my thoughts into this blog post has really helped. Blogging is really therapeutic for me. I am starting to get on board with the whole Blogging for Mental Health 2014 thing.

Anyway, on a positive note, no matter how bad real life gets, at least when I looked out into my garden there was no blank headstone and empty grave waiting to be filled.

Mind of Exhaustion – Mental Health and Doctor Who

Burnt Out Mind Illustration

Is it a good idea to write a blog post when my mind is so fatigued? It’s probably not. However I have just finished watching “The Mind of Evil” the second serial of Doctor Who Season 8, the 3rd Doctor, Jon Pertwee’s 2nd season. That, and the fact it was my birthday yesterday, have encouraged me to put fingers to keyboard and thoughts to cyberspace.

I have composed over 20 blog posts in the last few weeks but have not had to the time to edit them or publish them. The subjects I have been writing about range from:

  • Mental health issues such as depression, social anxiety and addiction,
  • Testing my social anxiety by going to a career networking meet up with over 200 people all by myself (very daunting, exciting yet emotionally exhausting)
  • Coping with the emotional fallout from the break-up of my once seemingly close family
  • Bravery as the concept of being scared but doing something anyway, such as opening up about suffering from mental health issues (even though you know many people will judge you negatively for doing so)
  • Irritable bowel Syndrome-Diarrhoea (IBS-D) and food intolerance diets,
  • the changing nature of parenting, how the role of a parent changes during a child’s life,
  • Watching the Lego movie with my daughter *(her 1st cinema outing), and its ironic anti-corporate, anti-conservative massage and how the cinema is my church, and
  • how my mind feels cluttered and on the point of collapse from lack of organisation or order, like my daughter’s Lego box,
  • the therapeutic value of blogging and creative writing,
  • My struggle to express myself, my thoughts and feelings, succinctly and precisely (after years of being forced to suppress my true thoughts)
  • virtual reality and online profiles,
  • Doctor Who and my adventure into watching the 3rd Doctor, Jon Pertwee’s Dr. Who serials
  • How I finally got my wife to watch “The US Office” sitcom, and how she had become obsessed with it, to the point of addiction, which has had the side effect of making me realise how scarily similar I am to Michael Scott (in terms of emotional insecurity and needing to be liked and part of a “family”)
  • Reaching 35 (it was my 35th birthday yesterday).

In terms of how I feel physically and mentally, that can for once be summed up concisely in one word. Exhausted.

That is why I decided to blog today and finally publish a post.

I’m too drained to compose a long post. The greatest battle I have when it comes to creative writing is trying to stay focussed and concise. I digress wildly. My blog posts are too long. I have too much to say and too much of a burning desire to say it. Maybe if my mind is so wiped with fatigue that will help focus it. Keep things short.

Blogging is the only way for me to channel how I truly think and feel about my life and the world around me. It also energises me. Most things I have to do in life or deal with drain me. Blogging makes me feel alive.

Recently it feels that every day I’ve been pounded by situations that trigger my unresolved unconscious inner conflict. Triggering my depression, anxiety, stress, and inflaming my already debilitating IBS-D. I’ve tried to alter my lifestyle and behaviour to help overcome my problems, but it’s an uphill struggle, that just seems to get harder.

I’m climbing up this mountain to get to a place of inner calm, peace and self-control, and just when I think I’m near the top, or even the middle, I pass through a thick cloud of mist that blocks my way. The mist conceals the true height of the mountain. When I finally clear the mist, I’m mentally and physically exhausted, having used all my energy to battle through. I look ahead and I am nowhere near the top, or near the middle.  I’ve still got a really long way to go. An impossibly long way it seems. Never-ending perhaps.

Foggy Climbing

Many people in my life around me have their own battles and unresolved insecurities. When those have been triggered by stress sin their own lives, rather than process those thoughts and feelings in a positive way, they have been lashing out at me. Throwing all the all their angst, insecurities, anger and negative feelings straight at me. Why me? They know I won’t fight back. I hate conformation. I internalise how I feel. I always have. That’s why all my childhood traumas and inner conflict remain and fester deep within me, eating away at me, pulling me down.

There are many things pulling me down, both inside and outside of me. People, situations, events, circumstances past and present.

There all also things that pull me up. Help me get through. Like my daughter, who was the brightest ray of sunshine on my 35th birthday. I was really depressed about turning 35. The older you get, the harder everything is. You have less energy, less options, less opportunities, less time to get things right. I can’t enjoy many of the pleasures of life that used to help get me through, for many reasons such as health and lack of money. Time seems to be running out for me in many ways. Just when I need to find reserves of energy to pull me through increasing hardship, I find myself fatigued. My daughter was a great help yesterday though.

My poor bedraggled wife, who seems on the verge of a nervous breakdown of her own, tried her best and I’m lucky to have her. I just wish we could both overcome our own battles, inside and out, so that we can finally enjoy each other’s company and time like we used to at the beginning. Everything in life is dynamic and always changes, whether or not we like it, but it would be nice for some things to change positively rather than constantly downwards.

The other thing that helps pull me through is Dr. Who. I am really enjoying Jon Pertwee’s Dr. Who serials. I just finished “The Mind of Evil”, an action packed adventure about brainwashing that is filmed in and around Dover Castle. It is set in a prison where the Keller device aims to suck evil thoughts from criminal minds leaving behind human beings who are theoretically no longer a threat to society, as their mental faculties have been altered.

It was a fantastic serial. Intelligent, thought provoking, tense, dramatic and fun. Pertwee’s Doctor may be far more serious and hard-nosed then Troughton’s, but he is growing on me. I am really warming to the James Bond style Action-Hero Doctor that he portrays. Maybe it’s the flamboyant cape.

3rd Doctor Who Jon Pertwee

3rd Doctor Who Jon Pertwee

I also recommend watching the making of programme, titles “The Military Mind”, which is on disc 2 of the 2 DVD set for the serial. It shows you how high pressured filming Doctor Who was, and still is. They had to film a lot of complex shots in tough locations with very little time and money.  This specific serial went over budget, and was the last one to be directed by Timothy Combe, and the interview with him is very melancholic at the end. All that overspend was well worth it though. It’s a great serial.

I also feel lucky to have blogging as something to escape to. I have been reading lots of blogs about mental health issues. I found 2 great blogs that I have been meaning to recommend.

Mrs Bashful is about social anxiety and is very honest and well written. She describes exactly how I feel, yet with a far better writing style than I can dream of.

Running on Sober is also very honest and inspiring, about addiction and opening up.

Both of these bloggers are really brave and I admire what they have done, and are continuing to do.

I highly recommend following these 2 blogs if you have any interest or experience of mental health issues.

Mental Health is still a highly underrated topic in healthcare and in the wider world. It affects far more people than you would think, and affects all of us far more than we like to believe. It is the root cause of many destructive problems and if we focussed on understanding it more the world would definitely be a better place.

WordPress have set up a Blog For Mental Health 2014 Official Blogroll,which you can access by clicking on the link.

It seems fitting then that I publish this blog post, which finally admits my own exhausting battles with mental health issues, after I finish watching The Mind of Evil, which is all about the power of the mind and thoughts.

I end up writing about lots of topics that seem completely unrelated in my blog. I thought about splitting the posts into different, more topic focussed blogs. However I feel that I am more than just someone trying to overcome mental health issues, or someone with Irritable bowel syndrome and food intolerances or a doctor who fan who is also into creative writing. I am multi-faceted, as we all are, and I like to celebrate that here in this blog. All of these things are part of me, and are connected. So they All make up Kamblog.

I think those are enough recommendations and thoughts for one day. I’m off to try and re-charge my mind batteries before they burn out permanently. Now where did I put that sonic screwdriver?

11th Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver

11th Doctor’s Sonic Screwdriver

You are what you eat

A more cheery post than the last one for a surprisingly warm and sunny Monday morning here in south-west London.

A lot has been happening in my life recently, from my battles with the foxes who have made our garden their home to my detective work trying to find a long lost family member, but one area of my life has been a constant thorn in my side, or front. My gut.

Happy Gut Mascot

My gut is too big (I’m around 2 1/2 stone overweight) and is constantly bloated, making me look like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s body double from his ill-fated movie Junior (without the muscles or riches) – i.e. pregnant (Schwarzenegger jokes may be lost on the new generation). In addition to being too large my gut also doesn’t work properly, and hasn’t really done for the last 2o years or so. You see I have IBS-D (Irritable Bowel Syndrome Diarrhoea), which is as yucky as its sounds. Nothing has really helped me overcome my IBS, although the intensity of the symptoms vary, and when I have bad flare ups things get really bad and it’s hard to leave the house or do much. I’ve spent a long time having various tests and trying out various remedies and therapies. I was diagnosed as Lactose Intolerant, which was hard to take as I love pizza and milkshakes, but even without any Dairy in my diet my IBS was still making life difficult. It’s not easy going out, commuting to jobs using public transport or playing sports when you constantly need the loo.

Anyway, I recently saw a TV programme called The Food Hospital, where they try to tackle peoples various health problems by changing their diet. One lady had bad IBS like me and she was sent to Kings College University Hospital in London to go on their trials of the FODMAP diet.

FODMAPs are short chain carbohydrates and monosaccharides that are poorly absorbed in the small intestine, including fructans, galactans, fructose and polyols. The term is an acronym, deriving from “Fermentable, Oligo-, Di-, Mono-saccharides And Polyols”.
The restriction of FODMAPs from the diet has been found to have a beneficial effect for sufferers of irritable bowel syndrome and other functional gut disorders. The low FODMAP diet was developed at Monash University in Melbourne.

The idea is to eliminate certain foods from your diet (food high in FODMAPs) for aorudn 8 weeks, and then hopefully you’re gut and IBS has calmed down and you can re-introduce each food type into your diet, in a controlled way, to test which food inflames or causes your IBS. So after 8 weeks of eating a diet with no wheat, no dairy, no soya, nothing with onions, nothing with garlic, no apples, broccoli or mushrooms, and lots more food you can’t eat on the diet, the idea is you test which food aggravates your condition the most. In week I will be re-introducing wheat into my diet, slowly, by eating bread on the first day once, then more on the second day, and if the bread doesn’t cause a flare up of my symptoms I can keep eating bread and move onto introducing another high FODMAP food into my diet. If the bread does give me problems, I have to eliminate form y diet again and then go back to a Low FODMAP diet for the next few days before re-introducing another high FODMAP food into my diet to test that.

Sounds complicated right? Well it is, but I’ve actually got far more used to tracking what I eat over the last few years than I ever would have hoped to when I was a fast food junkie during my university years. I started tracking what I eat when I went on a different elimination diet in 2005 and also when I went on WeightWatchers in 2009. I’m using a note taking app on my iPhone (Awesome Note) to track what I eat and my IBS-D symptoms, and then correlating all this data in Excel. I aim to develop my own tracking iPhone and web based app as part of my journey into the world of programming, but I need to finish my private social network application and programming courses first. Monash University also have a new FODMAP iPhone app out, which I will have to download and try out. There is also a great WeightWatchers app, but more about that later on.

So every time I eat something, I make a note of it on my iPhone app, and I have to ensure I don’t eat any food with high FODMAPs. That is pretty hard as most food I eat has garlic, onions, dairy, wheat or soya in it, especially processed food and food made in restaurants. The only thing helping me out is the fact I am working and studying from home, so I can eat 3 home-made/ cooked meals a day. My favourite Pret-a-Manger club sandwiches are out for lunch, my new lunch menu contains 2 grilled turkey steaks, fresh baby spinach, Olive Oil, Bird’s Eye Wheat/ Gluten free Potato Waffles or boiled new potatoes if I have the time to cook them, and some ketchup and mayonnaise that er both wheat/ gluten and dairy free. It’s actually quite a nice lunch, and I have been eating this as lunch for at least the last 13 weeks. You see I started the FODMAP diet on my own, after a really bad flare up in my IBS, around 13 weeks ago. I did it for 6 weeks, noticed that the number of really bad IBS days were less than usual but my IBS was still similar to what it was before, or at least I thought so. the I went to my best friend’s wedding reception so I stopped the FODMAP diet for that week, to try and see if it had made a difference, and also to allow me to eat some tasty wedding food and drink at the free bar. Suffice to say that by the end of week 7, the first week back on food high in FODMAPs, I was really ill again. So even though it hadn’t cured me or transformed my life, the low FODMAP diet did seem to clam my IBS. I just needed to give it more time. I booked an appointment with a dietician at St. Georges Hospital, through my GP, and I am back on the low FODMAP diet, this time on week 6. My IBS has gone from being really bad, to just bad but better.

It’s still not good enough in terms of me being comfortable going out, but maybe the bacteria in my gut need more time to get healthy again. I saw the dietician 3 weeks ago, so I have 5 more weeks of just low FODMAP food, then i can start re-introducing food.

Hopefully by then my IBS will have calmed down to a place I can start re-introducting food as the good news that promoted this blog post (and my intense discussion of my gut and FODMAP) was the fact I booked our summer holiday trip for this year!

No it’s not Las Vegas or New York. It’s not even the Costa Del Sol. Yet it’s better than just another trip tot the local park. It’s sunny Bournemouth. I’ve never been to Bournemouth, in Dorset on the south coast of England, but it has a sandy beach, is by the sea, and isn’t that far to travel (consider all the IBS posting above). So it fits the bill. I was worried we wouldn’t be able to afford to go here, as holidays in the UK are pretty expensive, even though you don’t need to fly anywhere, yet I got a good deal on a decent looking hotel for 3 nights in last August.

The fact we’re now going to a seaside holiday in August means one thing. I need to lose weight, more specifically I need to trim and tone down my pregnant looking swollen gut. That means sticking to the low FODMAP diet to reduce the bloating (high FODMAP food cause bloating and gas in the gut), but it also means I need to go back onto the WeightWatchers diet that helped me loose 2/12 stone way back in 2009 (yes I wasn’t always fat!). I don’t want to wander aorudn the sandy beaches of the English Channel looking like an extra for the British Gangster movie Sexy Beast.

Everyone needs goals in life, and this new goal, our trip in 7 weeks, will hopefully focus my attention on sticking to the low FODMAP and WeightWatchers 53 point a day super diet (all food on the weight watchers diet have a points value, determined by the amount of protein, carbohydrates, fat and fibre in the food). It won’t be easy.

Tracking what you eat is one thing, tracking how much you eat of it is even harder. I’ve found my WeightWatchers weighing scales (to weight the food I eat and cook) and I have started creating the ultimate weekly food and meal planner in Microsoft word. I plan to have a 3 week cycle where I know exactly what I am going to eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner and snacks. the total food intake will add up to no more than 53 Weight Watchers Pro-Points a day, and so hopefully, if I stick to the eating plan, I’ll avoid high FODMAP foods and also loose 2lbs of body weight per week.

I’ll have to fix the broken foot strap on my static exercise bike at home and get back to exercising. At least I’m playing squash once a week again (although lugging my weight aorudn a squash court isn’t easy). I am feeling very positive and focussed though.

The biggest challenge is eating out and socialising. Maintaining a low FODMAP diet is really hard if you eat out a lot. The food in most restaurants contains a mixture of ingredients that inevitably will have garlic, onions, wheat or other high FODMAP foods. This is certainly true of Indian/ Pakistani and Italian restaurants. I love Chinese and Thai food, but they use garlic too.

The only place I really now is great for low FODMAP food is Nando’s, conveniently one of my favourite restaurants (and my 5 year old daughter’s favourite restaurant). The chips are wheat/ gluten free and I love eating a grilled half chicken. I avoid the sauces, as they have garlic, and don’t have a very hot or spicy marinade on the chicken. Cutting down caffeine is also pretty tough for me, but I’ve been persisting. Besides Nando’s all I can think of is steak and chips in terms of good low FODMAP restaurant food. Any other suggestion would be more than welcome.

Anyway wish me luck. Hopefully I’ll lose weight, overcome my IBS-D and be able to swim in the English Channel with pride.

DaddyBloggers in the Spotlight: A Father’s Day Roundup

More Parenting Links to come when the Parenting section on Razaweb.com is finished!

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Writing about family life and parenthood is not simply the province of mothers: dads are carving out their own blogular niche. Single dads, stay-at-home dads, working dads, two-dad families — you can find every perspective on WordPress.com. As the US celebrates Father’s Day, here are some dad blogs we love:

DorkDaddy.com

What’s the point of having kids if you can’t raise them into die-hard Star Wars fans? DorkDaddy — dentist by day, geek by night, dad 24/7 — uses his blog to chronicle life with this three geeks-in-training.

DorkDaddy.com

You respond to his combination of candid takes on parenting with analysis of key issues (would Superman would be a better father than Batman?), and so do we. From whipping up Butterbeer for a sick dorkling to LEGO extravaganzas to building homemade hovercrafts, he takes us through the richness of parenthood with grace, humor, and, yes, a substantial measure of unabashed…

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