More medical science
After working over a hundred hours last week, I have developed a rather nasty cold that has made me quite weak. You probably know that on any given weekend I’ll make a list of roughly three dozen things I feel I need to do, and run about like crazy trying to get satisfaction for a “good, productive day off”. However, to add credence to how sick I am, I’ll say that on Sunday I did nothing but sleep on the sofa, by choice, merely turning over and dozing off again after half-awakening from every two hour period of napping in the sweltering new summer heat.
So I’m more or less past the runny nose part of it, and now as I described to the doctor this morning, I “feel like a rock.” I can’t stop coughing either. So I got a twenty dollar bill for the visit and the meds (national healthcare system), and now I’m back at work drinking POM and wishing I was really back in bed, preferably with a lazy cat. I’ve taken the subway both days this week since standing up hurts, and started reading Warriors of Japan As Portrayed in the War Tales by Paul Varley, since I finished Big Sur last week. It’s a very, very dry read and only my passion for the subject matter can keep me into it. It’s a book by a historian, presumedly for other historians, and that’s what it reads like:
ingredients on a cereal box or a George Plimpton PBS transcript.
I’m still wary of always taking Japanese people at the literal meaning of my translations; I find it much safer to err on the side of believing that I very well could be wrong . I’ve had a lot of people (physicians and patients alike) tell me that Japanese people’s constitution is weaker than that of westerners. This
still doesn’t completely make sense to me, but as a result Japanese medicine is generally weaker than its western counterparts, as its application may be too harsh on native digestive systems. On the other side of the coin, however, there is a wealth of eastern (mostly Chinese-derived) natural remedies largely consisting of ground herbs and flowers. I really don’t care what I’m given as long as it’s something. However, receiving care here remains strange and a little scary as the treatments are so different for familiar maladies. Today since I have an irritated throat I was told to breathe into what looked like an old-fashioned oxygen mask, which was hooked to a compressor and saturated my air passages with salty, condensed water vapor. I have, however, been extremely well taken care of diet-wise, and much to my chagrin been eating all the best in Japanese healing foods, namely goya, fish, spinach, tofu, and eel (which is famed for having a similar effect on the male sex drive as oysters).