Random Thoughts: Encounter With the Japanese Medical System (Part 3)

(continued from parts 1 and 2)


The third day (second day after
surgery) was one that I knew would be the hardest. I woke up at 5:00
a.m. And paced the lounge for about a half hour. Considering how
small it was, I'm surprised I didn't wear a groove into the floor. At
least I was going to get solid food this time, though the doctor said
breakfast at that hospital was “only bread”. Only bread