domestic violence and ergonomics
the doors in our apartment (the japanese call it a mansion, but I'm not succumbing) are 1.8 metres tall. you don't have to be a genius to imagine that my height, combined with early morning trips to the bathroom (well actually, anywhere) can lead to warner bros style bumps.
it's not a good way to start the day and the other morning (combined with lack of sleep) I cracked my head a stoater on the kitchen door frame, and I shook the building with both the impact and the swearing. my repertoire of domestic short comings extends to run-ins with the extractor fan and getting my hand caught in the concertina room divider (that was really sore).
in january I also fell down the inlaws' stairs which was a belter: this time the house really did shake. I fell down three quarters of the stairs and actually did some bad damage to my wrist. once it was clear that my legs were not broken though, my father-in-law started a hearty laugh which spread to seiko and yuka. I looked across the floor at the dog for sympathy, but he was just happy for some payback.
the other big practical issue for big people (there are tall japanese too don't forget) with japanese housing is work heights. I'm actually getting back trouble from bending over the sink, work top and hob (though yuka would question just how much time I actually spend there). and this is combined with some other pains from driving recently. think I ought to splash out on a visit to a chiropractor.Posted by stupot at June 30, 2005 12:49 PM