So, I didn’t really do too well with the whole catch-up blogs thing. I’m going to give it another go now. As I said in my last blog, this is mainly for me to be able to look back on my time in Japan x amount of years down the line, so I want to try and record all the big and/or interesting events. So with that in mind, this is definitely not going to be one of the more fun reads, but I feel it’s important to document it.
In July last year, just before school finished for the summer, I ended up in hospital for 5 days. Now a hospital stay is never fun, but it is even more stressful when you’re in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language well and there are various restrictions due to a global pandemic. It was a very stressful, distressing few days for me, but I want to briefly write about it now as it was a big event that happened to me here. Also, it might be helpful for anyone wanting to know about hospitals in Japan.
So I had bad stomach pains, which got worse overnight. Early in the morning I finally decided to call an ambulance. This was stressful as I had to attempt some Japanese first, but actually they got me connected to a translator pretty quickly, which was different to my previous experience, so I was very grateful there. The ambulance arrived swiftly and they looked after me very well. The translator was on the phone with me most of the time and they got me to the hospital after some negotiating about which hospital it should be.
The hospital admission is a bit of a blur, to be honest. There were various tests and scans, as well as a very painful, traumatizing PCR test (I think they pushed the swab too far up my nose, it was horrible). They then told me they needed to do a Laparoscopy. So I was given a couple minutes to talk to Shyam on the phone, and then prepped for surgery. I remember the anesthesiologist had very good English and was joking with me. Then the next thing I knew, I was in recovery after a successful looksee inside my tummy.
After the surgery there was a lot of different information given to me. First I was told I’d need to stay for two weeks (which was incredibly alarming and distressing for me). They gave me loads of forms to fill in re. payment for using hospital pyjamas, for meals, and other amenities. I was told I wouldn’t be eating or drinking anything (not even water) for the first day. Eventually someone came and told me that actually I’d probably only have to stay a week max. This information was mostly in Japanese or very basic English. There was one nurse there who spoke really good English though. She couldn’t spare me too much time unfortunately, but she came by when she could.
Also, a special shout out to my doctor. He spoke a little English and he worked so hard for me. He came by often, he twisted a load of rules so that Shyam could come by and visit me everyday, if only for a short time. He even offered to basically be on standby just for me on his day off over the weekend. And when I was eventually discharged, he wrote me a letter in English detailing all the important stuff. He went above and beyond for me and I will always be grateful to him.
So the actual stay was lonely and isolating. Shyam came by everyday but was only allowed to stay for ten minutes or so. He did everything he could for me though. Left his Nintendo Switch, brought me a great book to read, lent me his ear pods, etc. But I remember crying a lot and finding it incredibly difficult. The nurses and other staff did their best to help me and cheer me up, but it was a terrible experience for me mentally.
It got a little bit more fun once I was allowed to eat and drink again. I started playing a game of ‘which flavour jelly will I get this time?’ They started me off with one pot of jelly and water. And gradually upped my meal contents over the course of the 3 and a half days I was allowed to eat real food. I, of course, took pictures. Not of all of the meals, but some of them. So here, have a visual on some Japanese hospital food delights.




So on my fifth day, I was finally told I’d get to go home. Shyam brought me a change of clothes in. My lovely doctor spent lots of time talking to us and making sure we had everything we needed. He booked me a follow up appointment for the following week with him. My English speaking nurse came by to wish me well. Actually a whole group of nurses joined me in the common area for goodbyes. It was very sweet and I really wish I’d asked for a photo now. Shyam meanwhile sorted the payment out. And then we were in a taxi heading home and my hospital stay was thankfully over.
This entry is much longer than I intended, but I just want to finish by quickly talking about the money side of things. Being born and brought up in the UK, I’ve always taken it for granted that you go to hospital and don’t have to worry about paying for anything. It’s very different here. They have National Health Insurance, which you pay on a monthly basis, but this covers 70% of fees. Meaning, you are still liable for 30% of the bill. My hospital bill was a sizeable amount. More than I had imagined, actually. It was very sobering and made me incredibly thankful for the NHS back home. Hospital is stressful enough without having to worry about the bill total adding up.
Ending on a slightly better note, my friend mentioned I might be able to claim some of the money back. So I finally explored that option recently and, after some Google Translation aided emails with my ward office, I was able to apply for the High Medical Costs benefit. I got nearly 3/4 of my hospital bill back, which was naturally incredibly relieving to me. So it’s a very good thing to know about if you’re ever in a situation like this.
Okay, I’m done. I’ll be back with a much less serious post next time. Hopefully not another 3 months down the line ^^;








































