So I was down for the count with a stomach ailment for the last 36 hours or so. And I do mean down, as in delirious and flat on my back for most of it. It struck me during the rare, lucid moments throughout the whole miserable experience that our innate system for dealing with such maladies is not exactly ideal. Projectile vomiting and trips to the bathroom every ten minutes? Really, Yahweh, that’s the best you could come up with?

Fortunately there are some real designers, albeit less supernatural and far more recent in time, who have developed working solutions for such conditions. Without which I’d probably still be stuck in an endless delirium of mutant dreams and walking nightmares, where the only possible silver lining is rapid weight-loss: between the injury last month and this deal I’ve dropped 15 lbs.