I got up in the night a week ago, went for a stroll through my house, and promptly fell over a lump of furniture nesting in my hallway. The last few weeks has seen us deciding that we really dont need a ... whatever you call that room with couches and a TV in your part of the world ... living room, lounge room... something like that if you speak English. Anyway, we decided we dont do enough "living" or "lounging" to really need a room dedicated to it, so we filled it full of floor to ceiling shelving, some desks and benches, and turned it into something more like a factory. A factory that doesnt actually produce anything, but does a heap of product development.
We figure when we want to entertain, well just do it at our guests house.
The result of all this that meandering about our house, is a river of transient furniture acting as flotsam and jetsam and nesting where it feels most comfortable, or simply where it last got stuck.
The result of that, is I tripped over an upturned thing with casters on the legs and impaled myself in the lower rib cage.
The next day I went to a doctor with a temperature of 39.7 c.
Who knew falling down gives you a temperature? The doc thought I had ruptured my spleen so he suggested I go to hospital. The hospital decided I had three cracked ribs and pneumonia. A week later they finally disconnected all the feeding tubes, the morphine drip, and the catheter and let me go home.
The interesting upshot of all this, is that as a result of being given some kind of lung exercise device, I now have an excellent flow metre for my aquaponics system.
Which is nice.
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We figure when we want to entertain, well just do it at our guests house.
The result of all this that meandering about our house, is a river of transient furniture acting as flotsam and jetsam and nesting where it feels most comfortable, or simply where it last got stuck.
The result of that, is I tripped over an upturned thing with casters on the legs and impaled myself in the lower rib cage.
The next day I went to a doctor with a temperature of 39.7 c.
Who knew falling down gives you a temperature? The doc thought I had ruptured my spleen so he suggested I go to hospital. The hospital decided I had three cracked ribs and pneumonia. A week later they finally disconnected all the feeding tubes, the morphine drip, and the catheter and let me go home.
The interesting upshot of all this, is that as a result of being given some kind of lung exercise device, I now have an excellent flow metre for my aquaponics system.
Which is nice.
