So for a month or so I have had a very swollen knee that has given pain and necessitated frequent visits to a long queuing clinic for draining. See: https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2014/06/17/crystal/
The very nice doctor there refused to believe that I had damaged my knee but appeared to be convinced that I had gout. I tend to be very trusting but some weeks later as I dragged my wooden-leg-like leg to work I thought it would be a good idea to consult my learned brother Ian who is a distinguished medical person.
He came back with a diagnosis of a torn meniscus and suggested a MRI scan. Today I do just that.
What fun! A visit to a Japanese medical clinic is always worthwhile, if not for the treatment, then for the experience. I do not mean to say that the treatment is bad – on the contrary – but more that each visit is an adventure. First, I have an X-ray.
Then I have a MRI scan. I have never had one of these before and I realize the medical world offers a whole new range of first time experiences. A new bird in ornithological activity is very rare these days but the medical forest is pulsating with first views. I did not know that a MRI takes a long time and of course I fell asleep. I was in the midst of a complex burial on the West Of Scotland that involved me, as a young boy, hiding under a horse-drawn hearse, when I was shaken awake by grinning MRI guy.
This means surgery. They want me to go to hospital for 2 days! I think I will ask Ian for a second opinion as I rely on my health to do my job well and frankly I do not trust doctors.
Anyway, seeing as I am there, I get my weekly knee drain. There is a wonderful nurse, Satoko san, who has the same camera as me. She offers to take the pictures.
In the former clinic the doctor just produced a syringe and stabbed it into my knee. This time it is much more elaborate with careful disinfection and a carefully placed cloth that masks my grotesque knee.
The much beloved Satoko san makes charade style movie signs, she kindly understands that I am handicapped in Japanese. I say Hai!! Here is the result.
You can’t beat the Okinawans when it comes to fun and kind devilry.