I went to an English boarding school from 1965 to 1970 where, unless you were actually dead, you had to go out on the frozen fields in the driving rain to play rugby. Any attempt to shirk was the lowest form of human behavior.

This has left its mark. When I am vaguely damaged I just suck it up and expect it to go away.

Arisa san is not of this ilk and insists that I have my painful calf seen to. She makes an appointment for me at the Ginowan Sports Lab, which is just across the road from my place.

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Ginowan+Sport+Orthopedic+Clinic/@26.2887786,127.6117802,12z/data=!4m10!1m2!2m1!1sginowan+sports+lab!3m6!1s0x34e56d9a6c862333:0x8d2fcb96786f720c!8m2!3d26.2887825!4d127.7559669!15sChJnaW5vd2FuIHNwb3J0cyBsYWKSARFib25lc2V0dGluZ19ob3VzZeABAA!16s%2Fg%2F11hzjg4kb6?entry=ttu

They are wonderful. The doctor, whose name I have forgotten, prods around a bit and then does a scan.

I am then plugged into a machine for 30 minutes and administered to by the genial Mizaki san. I do various manipulations and am taught how to wrap the bandage,

I am so relieved that they found something wrong with me. I dread being called a skiver. Public school education.