Day 1

So this is they way it is going to be. I will try to write a journal everyday, and post them whenever I can. That is easier than I thought it would be, as there is a LAN port right beside my bed, but the real question is expense. I have to buy prepaid cards for the TV and the internet. The room itself is more expensive than the base rate as well. I had originally opted for the standard 4 person room, as that style incurs no extra costs. However after much deliberation, and talking through it with many people, I decided that I didn't want to be in a room with 3 geriatric Japanese people who don't know English, and speak the very hard to understand 'old person Japanese' (mumbling mixed with words I don't understand). So I upgraded.

Thirty one bucks a day, on top of all the other costs, gets me a spot in a 2 person room. This room itself is currently occupied by me, myself, and I. I chose the window side bed, as I can open them up for a breeze, and it is brighter than the other side. The bed is hard and narrow...I'm pleased about the former, less so about the latter. The real selling point on my room is the windows. They are very large and they have a spectacular view of the foot hills to the east. The mountains are about a kilometre away, and are quite beautiful. Definitely more beautiful than the parking lot immediately below my window.

The hospital is in the finishing stages of being redone. I am fortunate enough to be in the new tower on the sixth floor. The entire ward is bright and clean, the only down side is, being Japan, there is a tea dispenser but there is no coffee. For that I have to go to the first floor and buy a freaking tiny little cup...or an infamous Japanese can of coffee.

So far today, I have had my piss and blood checked again (third time). I waited. And some more. Saw one doc, saw the other, was admitted and shown my room. Then I had the same conversation about allergies, medicine, and health with at least 3 nurses. I got lunch. I waited I spoke to the anaesthesiologist. I went to get another MRI done (third time). I waited. They took the MRI. I went to the x-ray area. I waited. They took the x-rays. And that was it.

I came back to my room. After all the waiting in the hospital over the last few months, I have really come to hate just sitting around waiting for some other test or talk...but I now have a new appreciation for the waiting. You see, I am currently sitting on my bed, I have nothing to do, and nothing planned for later...so technically I am not waiting...just sitting around bored as hell at 4 in the afternoon. To be honest I would rather be waiting...at least then you feel that there is a purpose to your boredom. I can fake it a bit and say that I am waiting for dinner, or further even for my operation, but those feel like cheating. I am not waiting around in the hospital for once, and how I wish I was.