5/5 Miotsukushi 2 months ago on Google • 9 reviews New
I
happened
to
be
at
the
emergency
destination,
and
even
though
it
was
night,
I
was
very
lucky
to
be
taken
care
of
by
a
kind
and
beautiful
nurse,
a
kind
part-time
surgeon,
and
the
pharmaceutical
affairs
department.
I
had
worked
with
the
emergency
services
once
before,
so
I
told
them
about
my
chronic
back
pain,
how
I
had
to
sleep
with
a
rubber
band
on
my
wound
because
I
couldn't
stop
the
bleeding
properly,
and
how
tired
I
was
after
treatment
at
the
pain
clinic.
It
was
after
I
had
come
out
and
slept
through
the
night,
so
I
was
out
of
the
time
limit
to
sew
up
the
wound.
As
expected,
I
have
trouble
moving
my
leg
on
the
bad
side,
and
I'm
worried
that
I've
injured
my
good
leg,
which
usually
puts
a
lot
of
strain
on
it,
and
I
can't
check
the
wound
myself,
so
I'd
like
to
see
a
doctor.
He
understood
very
well
that
I
really
wanted
stitches,
and
asked
me
to
go
to
a
surgical
hospital.
I
was
lucky
that
it
was
transported
to.
The
quiet
and
kind-looking
teacher
didn't
say,
``Then
I'll
sew
it.''
(My
family
was
so
angry
that
they
had
to
come
to
the
hospital
for
something
like
this...
or
rather,
he
said
things
like,
``We'll
check
the
heat
to
make
sure
it's
not
suppurating.'')
He
finally
put
a
bandaid
on
the
painful,
painful
wound.
Even
though
I
just
put
it
on,
they
check
the
temperature
by
checking
the
temperature,
and
they
try
to
apply
the
antibiotic
all
over
the
body
instead
of
thinly.
Even
though
I
only
have
small
cleaning
pads,
gauze,
and
tape
for
treatment,
I
cry.
Hurry.
I
actually
dialed
119
to
ask
for
help
lol)
``This
wound
may
seem
to
be
closed
for
a
time,
but
it
may
crack
open
again,
and
it
may
be
difficult
to
heal
without
stitches.
I
think
it's
safe
to
get
stitches.''
He
was
very
kind
and
I
felt
that
there
was
good
communication
between
medical
professionals.
...One
night
when
I
was
exhausted,
I
fell
into
some
trash
glass
and
cut
my
leg.
After
I
woke
up
in
the
evening
the
next
day,
the
bleeding
had
stopped,
but
the
wound
[the
blood
had
strangely
clotted
in
the
middle
•
The
wound
was
not
sticking
tightly
together],
and
in
the
end,
the
blood
was
still
smearing
(the
bleeding
had
stopped).
(Because
it
wouldn't
stop),
so
I
asked
the
guy
who
called
119
to
take
me
to
an
ambulance,
and
I
was
lucky.
The
next
morning,
I
was
still
tired
and
sleepy,
probably
because
the
treatment
I
had
received
at
the
pain
clinic
on
the
first
day
had
been
so
effective.
The
surgeon
at
the
hospital
didn't
say
anything
harsh
about
the
3cm
wound,
which
could
have
been
healed
without
stitches,
and
I
felt
like
he
was
only
wearing
one
of
his
legs
because
of
back
pain,
so
I
decided
to
take
the
emergency
step.
They
quietly
listened
to
my
stories
about
how
sometimes
they
felt
anxious
about
walking
if
they
couldn't
put
their
full
weight
on
them
or
hold
their
feet,
and
how
they
didn't
feel
safe
unless
they
had
stitches
done,
and
they
also
took
care
of
removing
the
stitches.
Originally,
my
primary
doctor
was
located
in
the
city
center
where
I
used
to
live,
and
his
medical
examinations
took
up
all
day.
This
is
a
hospital
about
two
train
stops
away,
and
I
wanted
to
be
able
to
take
care
of
them
from
now
on
if
something
were
to
happen.
...At
first
glance,
it
looks
like
a
very
nice
hospital,
and
even
though
my
family
is
far
away,
they
still
want
to
go
there.
I
was
very
disappointed
to
hear
that
the
pain
clinic
had
recently
closed.
However,
if
I
have
the
opportunity,
I
would
like
to
visit
this
hospital
again
and
again.
Moved
to
a
town
near
Matsudo
and
enrolled
in
the
Matsudo
Private
General
Medical
Center?
And,
This
may
be
an
exaggeration,
but
I
was
after
seeing
an
obscene
hospital
where
all
the
buildings
were
magnificent
[like
a
prison]
and
the
medical
staff,
including
doctors,
were
all
at
a
low
level.
I
felt
as
if
I
had
seen
salvation,
as
if
there
was
still
humanity
in
this
world.
However,
I
just
checked,
★It
seems
that
outpatient
services
will
be
closed
at
the
end
of
March.
I'm
sure
he'll
be
serving
the
community
with
specialized
medical
care,
so
I'll
miss
him,
but
I
can't
help
it.
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