When I got up this morning it was still sort of dark outside, or at least so I thought. I took a good look at my Tungsten T5, hardly used nowadays. I just use it for Audiobooks, and that’s about it. I felt hot, unusually hot. Yep, it made perfect sense, a fever.

I think it said something like 8:30. So I actually made it to breakfast. I went to the medicine cabinet, swallowed a Panodil, which is Paracetamol 500 or something like that. Funny how painkillers always come in those plastic bottles. I mean, there’s a reason why they usually put it in those little packages that you go click and the pill drops. That way it’s at least much harder to I don’t know, put poison in somebody’s medicine.

So then I got ready to go to the Finn Mickelborg exhibition at Møstings hus. Strangely, it took me more time to actually get there than to go through the whole exhibition. Awful, I would say.

The Peter Chr. Petersen works were not specifically interesting. Actually, they were mostly crap.

Møstings Hus is basically just a tiny little house, real tiny. Free entrance though, so it was worth it at any rate. Although, to be honest, I’d be more than willing to pay in order to see a Mickelborg exhibition.

Then at around 8pm, my brother slipped in the shower, hit the back of his head, and later complained about bad vision, “colors” and stuff. He could have been hallucinating, but I don’t know. So, is he going to need glasses for the rest of his life? Sounds awfully familiar.

It brought back a memory back from first grade. Me, and a group of other kids, I believe about five or six in total, sitting down eating our sandwiches. One kid decided to play a game, “spot the difference”. I was voted as being the most “different”, due to the fact that I had glasses. So if his sight was damaged, I can imagine how hard it would be for him. Trying to put on glasses and things like that, he won’t do it, no way.

So I tagged along as he was taken to the hospital. A huge bauhaus-style building, possibly one of my all-time favorites. Square and functional, oh yeah.

So they checked his pressure, and he’s probably fine, no hematoma, probably, so they said.

I still don’t understand why I never took the time to really do something creative with that building, the hospital that is. It’s so, beautiful in its own sick way.