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I didn't write last night because I was really tired. I got up this morning and Orange Days is showing on channel 6! I looked and apparently they're running it every morning at 10am for the next week or so; I think this was the 4th or 5th episode, though I really can't remember at this point. If I can't watch new doramas in the evening, at least I can re-watch old doramas in the morning. And I was surprised by how many words I remembered of Japanese Sign Language. Anyway...
I got up yesterday pretty early, a little before 9, fell back asleep, then Sam called me, and he came over and picked me up and we went back to the hospital. It sounded like the insurance was screwed up, but it turned out it wasn't, or something like that. We needed to go see the doctor that had seen me in the ER so he could write a letter for the police, and so we did that. Turns out he's in the 形成外科 department apparently, which means "plastic surgery", but Sam explained that I got sent there because my wounds were "on the surface". I don't know. After a whole bunch of waiting, we went in and saw the doctor. He said, "Good morning!" to me in English, and then said "How's your leg? Does it still hurt?" in Japanese, and after I started trying to explain the chest bruises and a little bit more, Sam came in and said "hey, I'm her friend, I'm helping her translate, and..." went on to explain that we needed the letter for the police, and maybe a letter to be able to go to another hospital, and so on. The doctor said a whole bunch of stuff to Sam, which he told me essentially meant "Don't worry about the bruises on your chest, and as long as you keep putting the stuff he gave you on your leg, you will be okay," so, whee. We got the letter and talked to the front desk about the hospital bill and it sounds like things will all be okay, but who knows. I hope I don't have to go out there again (next time I'll just figure out the bus, though)
Sam and I went to lunch at a place called, I think, Aiya, which was, ironically, half a block from the intersection on 35 where I had my bike accident. But lunch was good. I had a big tempura-don and some udon soup and whatnot, and then I went to work.
Work was ok. I told about half of my students about the accident, mostly the later ones (especially since my doctor student comes in at 8pm so I wanted to talk about the hospital experience). My 7pm class mostly ended up talking about weddings and ceremonies and gift registries (instead of books, the topic in the chapter) and my 9pm class, I went back to the Headways textbook and I think it worked out really well, although it would have been nice to have more free talk too. Oh well. I also gave them some of the kinshachi manjuu because one student said she was hungry, so I was like "oh! do you like manjuu? I went to Nagoya and..."
Overall the day went well, though there was a pretty funny moment in the afternoon when Eri's 5-year-old student was trying to climb past me at the front desk to go hide under a bookcase, and he pulled on my arm hair and was like "nani kore?" as if people aren't supposed to have hair on their arms. It was sort of funny in a "dude, I'm in Japan" moment sort of way, I guess.
I was really hungry when I left the school, so I got McDonald's food for dinner. I figure having a Big Mac once a week isn't going to kill me or anything.
Something I realized while walking home last night is that the big difference between walking all the way the fuck out to my apartment now and walking out here back before I had a bike is... I have internet at home now, so I don't feel as isolated. What sucked before was the 20-minute walk into the middle of nowhere, essentially, but now it's not so awful to be out here. I'd like to be able to go to places like Max Valu again and all, but I can wait a week or two until my legs heal and I get a new bike, it's really not as bad as it used to be.
The last two nights I've slept with my balcony door open and no airconditioner. It's worked out pretty well, though I hear it's going to get hot out again today and tomorrow, so bleh. I had the door open and could hear my next-door neighbor packing up all his stuff -- I thought about stepping out onto the balcony and saying something to him, but was really tired and didn't know if it would be right to bother, since he's moving and all.
Okay, time to go to work. Yay. I wonder if any of my classes will want to discuss Shinzo Abe's resignation... maybe then I can learn more about it myself.
I got up yesterday pretty early, a little before 9, fell back asleep, then Sam called me, and he came over and picked me up and we went back to the hospital. It sounded like the insurance was screwed up, but it turned out it wasn't, or something like that. We needed to go see the doctor that had seen me in the ER so he could write a letter for the police, and so we did that. Turns out he's in the 形成外科 department apparently, which means "plastic surgery", but Sam explained that I got sent there because my wounds were "on the surface". I don't know. After a whole bunch of waiting, we went in and saw the doctor. He said, "Good morning!" to me in English, and then said "How's your leg? Does it still hurt?" in Japanese, and after I started trying to explain the chest bruises and a little bit more, Sam came in and said "hey, I'm her friend, I'm helping her translate, and..." went on to explain that we needed the letter for the police, and maybe a letter to be able to go to another hospital, and so on. The doctor said a whole bunch of stuff to Sam, which he told me essentially meant "Don't worry about the bruises on your chest, and as long as you keep putting the stuff he gave you on your leg, you will be okay," so, whee. We got the letter and talked to the front desk about the hospital bill and it sounds like things will all be okay, but who knows. I hope I don't have to go out there again (next time I'll just figure out the bus, though)
Sam and I went to lunch at a place called, I think, Aiya, which was, ironically, half a block from the intersection on 35 where I had my bike accident. But lunch was good. I had a big tempura-don and some udon soup and whatnot, and then I went to work.
Work was ok. I told about half of my students about the accident, mostly the later ones (especially since my doctor student comes in at 8pm so I wanted to talk about the hospital experience). My 7pm class mostly ended up talking about weddings and ceremonies and gift registries (instead of books, the topic in the chapter) and my 9pm class, I went back to the Headways textbook and I think it worked out really well, although it would have been nice to have more free talk too. Oh well. I also gave them some of the kinshachi manjuu because one student said she was hungry, so I was like "oh! do you like manjuu? I went to Nagoya and..."
Overall the day went well, though there was a pretty funny moment in the afternoon when Eri's 5-year-old student was trying to climb past me at the front desk to go hide under a bookcase, and he pulled on my arm hair and was like "nani kore?" as if people aren't supposed to have hair on their arms. It was sort of funny in a "dude, I'm in Japan" moment sort of way, I guess.
I was really hungry when I left the school, so I got McDonald's food for dinner. I figure having a Big Mac once a week isn't going to kill me or anything.
Something I realized while walking home last night is that the big difference between walking all the way the fuck out to my apartment now and walking out here back before I had a bike is... I have internet at home now, so I don't feel as isolated. What sucked before was the 20-minute walk into the middle of nowhere, essentially, but now it's not so awful to be out here. I'd like to be able to go to places like Max Valu again and all, but I can wait a week or two until my legs heal and I get a new bike, it's really not as bad as it used to be.
The last two nights I've slept with my balcony door open and no airconditioner. It's worked out pretty well, though I hear it's going to get hot out again today and tomorrow, so bleh. I had the door open and could hear my next-door neighbor packing up all his stuff -- I thought about stepping out onto the balcony and saying something to him, but was really tired and didn't know if it would be right to bother, since he's moving and all.
Okay, time to go to work. Yay. I wonder if any of my classes will want to discuss Shinzo Abe's resignation... maybe then I can learn more about it myself.
