Tokyo Rafting (Part 2)

It was late at night when we arrived at the hotel. After finishing a little, we went back to our room to rest. T and the kids are in one room, and my room is in another building. The hotel is close to the busy city of Shinjuku, the room is cramped and stuffy, and the ventilation is slightly relieved by opening the window. After taking the medicine to sleep, the body temperature has been around 38.5 ℃, and it is difficult to fall asleep. It was almost dawn, the body temperature dropped a little, and I finally fell asleep for a while. It was past ten o'clock in the morning when I woke up again. After washing, I walked around the hotel. It was windy. I barely ate bread at the convenience store downstairs and went to T and the child's room. T also had a fever, and her body temperature rose to 37.8°C. She took medicine, drank water continuously, and lay down and rested all the time. I also went back to my room to take medicine, and I was restless all the time. Finally, it was late in the evening, and the fever still did not subside. T sent a message saying it was better, and went downstairs to have dinner together. We went to the nearest Chinese restaurant downstairs and ordered some dishes. I tasted the twice-cooked pork and found it hard to swallow, and felt my body temperature rise again.

When paying, T asked a manager who knew Chinese about the facilities around the hotel. He introduced it to us politely and politely, and then explained a few words to his colleagues and insisted on taking us to a nearby clinic. As we walked and chatted, the gentleman with a northeastern accent told us that his name was Tanaka, and T asked, "Are you Chinese?" "No, I'm Japanese," Tanaka replied. We talked about the domestic epidemic situation, and I listened with a dazed head, "The Chinese government is always corrupt and corrupt." Tanaka suddenly said, I was taken aback and thought about diverting the topic. Just when I got to the clinic, the door was already closed. Tanaka took a look at the opening time in front of the door and told us to arrive early tomorrow, so that it is convenient to make an appointment. He also had to go back to work. Before leaving, he took out some medicine and gave me some medicine, and told us that it was antibiotics, which can only be bought with a doctor's prescription in Japan. You can take one pill at night, once a day. We thank you for returning to the room again and again to rest. .

Passing by the lobby, T suggested to go to the front desk to inquire about the procedure of seeing a doctor. I felt exhausted and sat in a chair waiting. Fortunately, there is a girl with glasses at the front desk who is fluent in Chinese. She told us that we must make an appointment before seeing a doctor in Japan, otherwise the hospital will not accept it. Looking at my state, I think it is best to get treatment as soon as possible. After consultation, please contact the hospital for us. The first is the nearby D hospital, W described my condition, and T added. I watched Girl W's expression changed from anticipation to regret. I guessed that she was rejected. It seems that Hospital D does not have a nighttime fever clinic or something. I cheered up and planned to tell T that I should go to the hospital tomorrow, but W signaled to wait a moment and called again. Finally, there seems to be a result. W told us that there is a nighttime fever clinic in J Hospital, which is a little far away, and we have accepted an appointment, but we have to go there by ourselves. After arranging the children to rest, we put on masks and took a taxi to J Hospital.

The hospital at night was more clean and quiet. T handed the note with the appointment information to the doorman - a friendly and polite middle-aged man, he quickly confirmed it, took me to the consultation room, and asked T to wait on the bench in the hall . Not long after, a girl came in, greeted her politely, and then started a tedious consultation. She prepared a translator and asked about her condition as briefly as possible. I stared at the screen and answered sentence by sentence. She asked very carefully, and when she encountered difficult sentences, she could also use English, while I answered half-guessingly. Next, he looked at the throat for me, auscultated the patient, and told me that the situation was fine. He prescribed medicine for 3 days, and told me to drink plenty of water, rest, and take medicine on time. Thank you, go to the doorman to pay. It seemed that my condition was okay, and T and I both breathed a sigh of relief when we walked out of the hospital.

When it was late at night, I went back to the hotel. After washing up, I scanned the description of the medicine with Google Translate. It turned out that the doctor prescribed antipyretics and cephalosporin antibiotics. It happened that the body temperature rose to more than 39 ℃, and I took the medicine and fell asleep. About half an hour later, I was sweating profusely, and my fever subsided. I got up and wiped myself, and then I lay down, and finally slept completely.

When I woke up in the morning, I felt a little more relaxed and went downstairs for a walk for breakfast. T sent a message that the fever had subsided and his energy had recovered. He would take the child out for a walk today and asked me if I was better and could we go together. I said I wanted to take an extra day off and wait until I recovered. I asked the child: "Can you use Google Maps, and can you bring my mother back?" "Yes, yes!" She had long wanted to go out and explore the new world, and she agreed impatiently. Last year, I was confused about the map in Osaka. This year, I can travel with my mother confidently. My child learns things really fast.

After they left, I planned to go upstairs to rest after lunch, recover as soon as possible, and enjoy the rest of the 10-day journey. After walking around the hotel twice, I finally sat down at the ramen shop on the B1 floor and ordered a bowl of seafood ramen. For some reason, the normally tasty ramen is hard to swallow. Be sure to supplement nutrition, I encouraged myself, reluctantly ate half a bowl, but gave up. Go back to the room, take the temperature, it has passed 39 ℃ again. In the evening, T and the child came back, packed dinner and delivered it to the room. Seeing that I was not relieved, she couldn't help but worry again. I comforted and said, "Take more medicine at night, drink more water, get some sleep, and it will be fine tomorrow."

Taking the medicine at night, it was the antipyretic prescribed by J Hospital that worked. After sweating profusely, the fever subsided and I could sleep for a while, but my body was unspeakably uncomfortable, and there was a steady stream of heat waves in my chest. Later, only antipyretics could suppress the body temperature. On the third day, there was only one tablet left of the antipyretic. I knew that my condition was difficult to heal. It was a pity that I had to delay the trip. T advocated going to the hospital for examination immediately. We went to the front desk of the hotel for help. Miss W didn't go to work, so it took a lot of time to communicate. T suggested that I buy a plane ticket to go back to China to facilitate treatment. I think it's just a serious cold, there's no need to toss, it's better to get treatment in Tokyo and rest in a hotel room. After discussing one or two, we brought the medical book from the day before yesterday and went to J Hospital again.

At the reception of J Hospital, with the help of a doctor who can understand Chinese, we finally finished describing the condition, and then arranged for a doctor to see the doctor. When I sat in the small consultation room of the respiratory department, it was already afternoon. The consultation room is small, and the door is sliding, but the observation beds, oximeters, sinks, workbenches, and computers are still ingeniously arranged. At this time, a beautiful lady pushed the door and came in. She used a translator to communicate with me. Her voice was soft and polite, which was reassuring. After self-introduction, Dr. R patiently asked the doctor. Because my English is really bad, I will confirm some questions repeatedly. After the routine examination, Dr. R asked me to wait for a while, and then went out for an unknown amount of time. I sat in the cramped consultation room and felt flustered. When Dr. R came in again, she told me that there might be something wrong with my lungs and further blood and CT tests were needed. I want to check it again, after all, it has been several days since the last check at the central hospital.

The examination is done quickly, and CT also has multiple language prompts, which is nothing more than inhalation, breath holding, and exhalation. Blood and urine samples are collected in the clinic. When I got back to the consultation room and sat for a while, Dr. R came in, and she told me that I might have pneumonia and ruled out the possibility of a known viral cold. "What does this mean? Could it be that I got the kind of unknown cold that is popular at home now? How could it be possible? My resistance should be good." I thought to myself. Dr. R told me to wait a moment and go out to discuss with T. After a while, T came in, brought pure water, and said that the doctor thought I had pneumonia, and suspected that it was the kind of disease that was prevalent in my family. Because there was no infectious disease department, I needed to be transferred to another hospital for treatment. I am contacting now. I hesitated for a moment, and said that according to the doctor's arrangement, I asked T to go out quickly to avoid infection. I waited anxiously in the consultation room, only drinking water and turning my body to pass the time. After I don't know how long, I couldn't help it. I called the nurse and asked how long I had to wait. Soon, Dr. R came in and said politely: "Sorry for keeping you waiting. We are contacting the hospital and ambulance. It will take 1 hour, please hold on." I nodded my thanks.

When I heard the noise outside, T pulled the door and called me out, saying that the ambulance had arrived. I just walked out of the consultation room. It was already dark, and the atmosphere in the corridor became tense. The firefighters, wearing masks and face shields, greeted politely and asked if I could move on my own and if I needed assistance getting onto the stretcher. I said it was okay to come by myself. T and I turned and bowed to the doctors and nurses, boarded the ambulance, and set off to the next hospital amid sirens and loudspeakers.