This is Hiroyuki Naka.
I’m starting a new blog again.
Whether you already know me or don’t know me at all, whether you are for me or not, thank you in advance.
I just decided to start writing this blog.
I thought of it and within a minute I was writing.
I don’t know what will happen next.
I just thought I write down what I’m feeling right now.
Honesty is all I have.
I don’t have any thoughts or intentions.
I just wanted to write what I wanted to write.
It’s already been 3 weeks since I called an ambulance at around 4 a.m. on March 23, 2024.
My stomach had been not well for about a year, and the pain at that time was a pain in a region beyond some level.
I woke up because of pain at night and took Pancillon health gastric tablets and found it doesn’t work at all.
I thought “I’m going to die!!!” and called an ambulance despite thinking that it would disturb the neighbors.
It was my first experience.
That means I entered an unfamiliar world for me.
The ambulance arrived much earlier than I expected.
Before the arrival, I went to the bathroom, changed my clothes, grabbed my iPhone, wallet, and other stuff around me, put on sandals, locked the entrance door, and waited for the ambulance to arrive.
I waited in front of the entrance, squatting with pain.
It was after about 30 minutes when I heard the sound of the siren and the sound became closer and closer.
And at last, it arrived in front of the house.
I told them my name and got into the ambulance.
Now I could lay down myself and moan.
I don’t know why, but when I moaned uuh, uuh, the pain relieved a little bit.
I’ve been researching Kotodama, the energy of the sound of words, so I tried moaning with various sounds, I found the sound “uuh, uuh” was most relieving.
The paramedic started to ask me many things.
When did the pain start?
Where?
How?
Do you go to the hospital?
Is this the first time to hurt this much?
I struggled to answer with a moan.
The ambulance was still in front of the house with the sound of a siren.
Excuse me…
But, can we move somewhere?
The paramedic:
“It is not permitted to move before the hospital is decided.”
Me:
“Is there any vacancy…?”
And I asked,
“May I have some water? I’m thirsty.”
“Can you give me a shot of painkiller?”
The paramedic answered,
“In case of an operation, we cannot do anything extra.”
I thought that was reasonable and I gave up.
Yes, Let’s give it up!!!
I decided to give up everything.
I suppose we talked like this for probably about 20 minutes.
Finally, my hospital was decided.
And the ambulance started to run for the destination at maximum speed.
Oh, thank God.
I kept pressing my hand around my stomach.
Anyway, shaking, rattling, and creaking, the ambulance ran with the siren through the dawn of the town.
The ambulance seemed to be made from a super old car, so I thought it would be better to spend our tax on the ambulance.
And I was waiting for the arrival at the hospital, encouraging myself, “A little more! A little more!”.