News and Bad News
only had two classes in the morning on Friday, so instead
of waiting around for five hours until I was supposed
to leave, I bailed. I was a little anxious about the
results from the blood test last week.
went into the doctor's office and he took me into his
office right away. He started asking me questions about
my health, did I have good digestion, how was my sleep
the night before, and all the while... he's got that
bloody chart in his hand with a blue slip of paper which
I have come to recognize as a computer printout of bloodtest
I asked him about it. He looked down at it and I asked,
"Were the tests... normal?"
almost normal. You see this.. is liver function. Normal.
This.. kidney function. Normal. Triglyceride level.
Normal. blah blah. Normal.."
I interrupted him. "OK. OK. What's not
He pointed to a number which had a large dark asterisk
next to it. It turns out that my white blood cell count
has doubled for no apparent reason. A natural thought
is that my body must be fighting off some kind of infection,
but another factor in my blood (which, drat it all,
I can't remember now, I knew I should have majored in
biology), which would give indication of that, is normal.
Also, the level at which my WBC count has gone over
is past normal levels of fighting infection.. passing
some kind of "limit". He said it wasn't very
dangerous and that he wasn't concerned about it as much
as my sleeplessness (he doesn't think the two are related),
which has continued. Last night I forgot to take my
sleeping pill... big mistake. I woke up with so much
shock and adrenalin flowing it probably looked like
I thought a bomb had gone off in my bedroom. It probably
took me five minutes to get my hands to stop shaking.
Goddam. I hate that shit. I swear, if I didn't know
better I would think I was suffering from Post Traumatic
Stress Disorder! I mean, sometimes the way I wake up
seems like I've been through a goddam war or something.
he gave me a buttload of vitamins and more sleeping
pills. Oh, joy. Just what I needed. I asked him if there
was a vitamin deficiency in my blood, but he said there
good news of the week is that an old college friend
of mine is coming to sleepy ol' Wakayama to stay with
me for a few days. She's on a Japanese tour, staying
with friends in Tokyo and Kobe, as well. I'm so excited!
This is the first time any of my old friends have come
out this way. I was shocked when I requested a couple
days off of school and was approved! My supervisor hardly
ever gives days off. Hopefully, Sabina will be able
to watch me teach a couple of classes. I'm not so sure
about this because the teachers are really self-conscious
and hate anybody peeking into their classes. Not even
the principal can watch a class without permission (I
swear this is true. The teachers' union has got POWER).
going to go to Koya-san
and stay there for a day and a night, walk through the
temples and cemetery and meditate zen-like with the
monks there. Then we'll head over to Nara. She saw Kyoto
the other day; she's probably not going to want to see
another Japanese temple for the rest of her life!
been ages since I've seen her, but I talked with her
the other night on the phone briefly and she's still
the same fiesty, witty, flirtatious, brilliant gal who
used to torment me in the college dorms. It's good to
know that some things never change.
year I don't think I really celebrated the Fourth of
July, but I have a guilty feeling like I should have.
Mabye with Sabina here, we'll set off a few fireworks.
It also feels strange that I feel like I should celebrate
it here, of all places. Like I'm defacing a shrine
or sacred balance or something like that. Maybe I shouldn't
celebrate it at all... maybe if I thought the USA was
so wonderful I wouldn't be here...
Pah! That's bullshit. It is wonderful. And, yes,
I am a nationalistic bastard. And it feels goooood.