Eye Bleed
26/01/06 22:05 Filed in: Personal
Today I fully realised the karmic affect of cheating
a multinational corporation.
On yet another day on the endless road of home improvements we found ourselfs in the mecca of flat pack and soft wood furniture.
We have been living on and out of boxes and decided we needed to unpack a few, shelves and other necessities were obviously needed.
In the Scandinavian superstore i felt like bleeting out loud as I snaked my way slowly through the showroom maze with ten thousand other shoe dragging men and their partners.
Still.. at the checkout we were undercharged £230... One third of our total budget.
We left quietly, teeth clenched, out into the cold and packed the car in record time.
I don't know how it started, perhaps the cold, perhaps the over exertion from packing too fast, perhaps I picked it. But half way home my nose started gushing blood.
No drama I thought. I have had nose bleeds before, a long time ago, but i knew what to do. I gripped the end and waited for it to stop.
It Didn't.
It leaked all over the place and the flow was heavy. Over my jeans over my shirt, over the garden and into the house, up the stairs and over the bathroom floor, the sink and toilet.
I sat for a bit and nodded at advice telling me to do what I was already doing.
Then I leant over to pick up some tissue I had dropped on the floor and something strange happened.
I bled from my eyes.
Initially I was too transfixed to the bathroom mirror to be worried. The blood oozed out from behind my eyeballs and down my face. I banged the window frantically as the car was being unloaded by my only witness.
When she turned the corner at the top of the stairs I was satisfied that my horror movie face was indeed as bad as it looked.
There was a scream.
I then got severely reprimanded for trying to take a photo with my one free hand. I dropped the camera.
After a brief panic a nurse on the phone said, yes it some time happens and there was nothing to worry about unless the bleeding did not stop in twenty minutes.
It didn't, but half an hour later I was happy enough and washed the dried blood from me and my immediate surroundings, happy that I had both my hands back in use.
I felt like I had lost a pint and thought about utilising the benefit a beer would bring to my metabolism.
Instead I had an early nigh and dreaded the moment our lucky shop would have to be unpacked and the real home assembly adventure begin.
On yet another day on the endless road of home improvements we found ourselfs in the mecca of flat pack and soft wood furniture.
We have been living on and out of boxes and decided we needed to unpack a few, shelves and other necessities were obviously needed.
In the Scandinavian superstore i felt like bleeting out loud as I snaked my way slowly through the showroom maze with ten thousand other shoe dragging men and their partners.
Still.. at the checkout we were undercharged £230... One third of our total budget.
We left quietly, teeth clenched, out into the cold and packed the car in record time.
I don't know how it started, perhaps the cold, perhaps the over exertion from packing too fast, perhaps I picked it. But half way home my nose started gushing blood.
No drama I thought. I have had nose bleeds before, a long time ago, but i knew what to do. I gripped the end and waited for it to stop.
It Didn't.
It leaked all over the place and the flow was heavy. Over my jeans over my shirt, over the garden and into the house, up the stairs and over the bathroom floor, the sink and toilet.
I sat for a bit and nodded at advice telling me to do what I was already doing.
Then I leant over to pick up some tissue I had dropped on the floor and something strange happened.
I bled from my eyes.
Initially I was too transfixed to the bathroom mirror to be worried. The blood oozed out from behind my eyeballs and down my face. I banged the window frantically as the car was being unloaded by my only witness.
When she turned the corner at the top of the stairs I was satisfied that my horror movie face was indeed as bad as it looked.
There was a scream.
I then got severely reprimanded for trying to take a photo with my one free hand. I dropped the camera.
After a brief panic a nurse on the phone said, yes it some time happens and there was nothing to worry about unless the bleeding did not stop in twenty minutes.
It didn't, but half an hour later I was happy enough and washed the dried blood from me and my immediate surroundings, happy that I had both my hands back in use.
I felt like I had lost a pint and thought about utilising the benefit a beer would bring to my metabolism.
Instead I had an early nigh and dreaded the moment our lucky shop would have to be unpacked and the real home assembly adventure begin.
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Home Improvements
11/10/05 10:41 Filed in: Personal
It seems that for some of us we start in one room and
work your way around the house until we get back to
the first room we played with. Then we start all over
again.
I am guessing this continues until your walls hold enough cd's, dvd's and trashy ornaments to earn a steady ebay income for the next 12 years.
Others do the house up till it is just how they want it... Then move.
Perhaps I belong to the last category. Kind of the very long term property developers approach. The only difference being that this home is being done up with personal tastes in mind and not that of any potential purchaser.
For some, the improvement of the house and the space inside the four walls directly correlates to maintenance of the soul.
This I think is a very dangerous mindset to fall into. I think the more we clutter our house, the more it clutters our soul. I am not saying we all have to live in a white space minimalist box. I just think we 'the consumer' tend to get carried away with all the pretty things we are told will make our lives fuller, happier... better.
Right, that said I am off out to buy a compost bin, a door bell and other ever so practical objects to clutter house and garden.
I am guessing this continues until your walls hold enough cd's, dvd's and trashy ornaments to earn a steady ebay income for the next 12 years.
Others do the house up till it is just how they want it... Then move.
Perhaps I belong to the last category. Kind of the very long term property developers approach. The only difference being that this home is being done up with personal tastes in mind and not that of any potential purchaser.
For some, the improvement of the house and the space inside the four walls directly correlates to maintenance of the soul.
This I think is a very dangerous mindset to fall into. I think the more we clutter our house, the more it clutters our soul. I am not saying we all have to live in a white space minimalist box. I just think we 'the consumer' tend to get carried away with all the pretty things we are told will make our lives fuller, happier... better.
Right, that said I am off out to buy a compost bin, a door bell and other ever so practical objects to clutter house and garden.