Off to see the Physio of Oz
Actually, I already went to see him and come back. There was no yellow brick road, but it was more than an hour trip from my home in the sticks to the heart of Tokyo.
One thing about going deep into Tokyo (Roppongi, Hiro-O, etc.) is that there are a lot of non-Japanese people there. Especially on a Saturday at noon. I found myself thinking, “wow, there are a lot of white people here,” and then feeling embarrassed that I thought such a stupid thing.
I have no idea what a Physio is, but they seem like physical therapists. I went to a place recommended by the captain of the rugby team. Apparently Austrialians and Kiwis know what a Phsio really is...
I twisted my ankle about a month ago and the Japanese doctors have not been so useful. After taping the ankle for a week didn’t do the trick, I went to a guy near the station who gave me some sort of shot in the parts of the foot that hurt. They were supposed to “reduce swelling”, but I have no idea if they did that. Then, he made me some sort of crazy cast thing that I could take on and off (you tie it onto your leg with bandages). It is totally suspect and like something from the 1950s, but it seemed to work to stabilize the ankle and it seems to have healed some.
The problem with the Japanese doctor being that: A) he didn’t really explain anything and was always in a hurry to get to the next patient. B) he was like most Japanese doctors and acted kind of arrogant.
So, when I actually tried to talk to him about a cast really being the right kind of treatment for this… and whether we were going to do some kind of treatment on the leg, etc… he got mad and started halfway yelling at me about how he had other patients to see and the cast was as good as he could do. And I was going to fight with him, but I was like “this is really the best he can do, with his 50 year-old medical techniques and his ‘I am so busy’ Japanese, middle-aged man attitude.”
(Note: All Japanese people are busy. It is a national pastime. They are not usually busy with something important. The important thing is to be busy. This might be why there are no convenient things like clothes dryers in Japan. Remember, it is important to be busy and then have a bad attitude born out of this pointless business.)
Back to the Physio… he did thing the Japanese doctor never did, like actually testing the range of movement in my feet and explaining what he thought was wrong.
He did some therapy stuff and taped up my foot. What can I say? I didn’t really expect too much.
Looking at the bill I noticed that the Japanese doctor charged me as much as the Physio did, but the Physio spent an hour with me (the Japanese doctor spent 15 minutes).
Of course, the Physio is not covered by my Japanese National Health Insurance, so I am out a little bit of money here.
One thing about going deep into Tokyo (Roppongi, Hiro-O, etc.) is that there are a lot of non-Japanese people there. Especially on a Saturday at noon. I found myself thinking, “wow, there are a lot of white people here,” and then feeling embarrassed that I thought such a stupid thing.
I have no idea what a Physio is, but they seem like physical therapists. I went to a place recommended by the captain of the rugby team. Apparently Austrialians and Kiwis know what a Phsio really is...
I twisted my ankle about a month ago and the Japanese doctors have not been so useful. After taping the ankle for a week didn’t do the trick, I went to a guy near the station who gave me some sort of shot in the parts of the foot that hurt. They were supposed to “reduce swelling”, but I have no idea if they did that. Then, he made me some sort of crazy cast thing that I could take on and off (you tie it onto your leg with bandages). It is totally suspect and like something from the 1950s, but it seemed to work to stabilize the ankle and it seems to have healed some.
The problem with the Japanese doctor being that: A) he didn’t really explain anything and was always in a hurry to get to the next patient. B) he was like most Japanese doctors and acted kind of arrogant.
So, when I actually tried to talk to him about a cast really being the right kind of treatment for this… and whether we were going to do some kind of treatment on the leg, etc… he got mad and started halfway yelling at me about how he had other patients to see and the cast was as good as he could do. And I was going to fight with him, but I was like “this is really the best he can do, with his 50 year-old medical techniques and his ‘I am so busy’ Japanese, middle-aged man attitude.”
(Note: All Japanese people are busy. It is a national pastime. They are not usually busy with something important. The important thing is to be busy. This might be why there are no convenient things like clothes dryers in Japan. Remember, it is important to be busy and then have a bad attitude born out of this pointless business.)
Back to the Physio… he did thing the Japanese doctor never did, like actually testing the range of movement in my feet and explaining what he thought was wrong.
He did some therapy stuff and taped up my foot. What can I say? I didn’t really expect too much.
Looking at the bill I noticed that the Japanese doctor charged me as much as the Physio did, but the Physio spent an hour with me (the Japanese doctor spent 15 minutes).
Of course, the Physio is not covered by my Japanese National Health Insurance, so I am out a little bit of money here.