At last, I arrived at the hospital, but I had no idea where I was.
Anyway, I’m finally here and everything will be fine.
Though the severe pain continued on and off, and I groaned Uhh, Uhh, much louder, my consciousness was clear.
Shortly after, a physician finally examined me.
“Well, you’ll be on a fasting for a month!”
This was his first words.
My sentence was not a disease name.
One month of fasting!
I said I’m ready for that.
It was a long time before the surgeon arrived at the hospital.
The nurse said, I think the surgeon will arrive by 8:30.
What?
What do you mean you think?
I don’t know for sure, but I think it was after 7:00 at that time.
I had no choice.
I gave up and let it go.
I was thinking I would recover for 50%, but I could die for 50%.
I rather had a feeling to challenge the point of death thinking I might die.
What is it like when you die?
What will happen if you die?
In fact, I wrote my will the day before this day.
I had written down all that I had to tell in case I would die. In a very reasonable way.
Since I had a bad stomach, I was careful about food.
I had brown rice cream and porridge, and Sweet Vegetable Drink, but I didn’t quit fatty foods.
I’d been practicing macrobiotics for many years, but I had always loved eating good food, and especially after the outbreak of COVID-19, I kept eating what I wanted as much as I desired.
After a long time of reflecting on many things, the surgeon finally came.
I was so relieved when I saw his face.
“You’ll have a general anesthesia.”
He told me and I was taken to the ICU.
When I came back to consciousness, the surgery was over.
The doctor explained to me that my duodenum had a hole because of an ulcer and that caused peritonitis.
“The hole of the duodenum was covered by corn and that saved you. Otherwise, digestive juice of the stomach must have leaked into the peritoneum.”
He continued.
“What did you eat?”
He asked me.
“I had all-you-can-eat Shabu-shabu, hot pot pork at Kin no Buta.”
I answered.
I ate corn tempura at that time also!
It was that corn.
That was the beginning of my boring loooong hospital life.