It's been a while
On June 27th, I woke up in the early morning pain. My thighs and lower back were numb and I couldn't even get up from the futon. I was tired the other day and went to bed early, so what's going on?
I managed to get up from the bed, but my lower body was in so much pain I couldn't even walk. I lay face down on the bed in a daze for a while, but the numbness and pain just wouldn't go away. My bedroom is on the second floor, and it was difficult to go down to the first floor, so I had to cling to the handrail to get downstairs. I waited for 9 o'clock, saying how I had been fine until the 26th.
There's an orthopedic clinic 150 meters from my house, but it's always full, so I made an appointment for an evening appointment and rushed to an osteopathic clinic one station away first thing in the morning. They told me my pelvis was misaligned, so I underwent chiropractic treatment. Strangely, I couldn't walk, but I could ride a bike, and of course, everything hurt. The orthopedic clinic diagnosed me with an X-ray. They said this happens when the cartilage in the bone wears down and hits the nerves. I had an MRI to see them in detail (a week's wait, July 9th), and after receiving some painkillers, I went home. From the next day, I went to the osteopathic clinic every morning except Sundays. The MRI revealed that the cause of my sudden discomfort was spinal stenosis, and I began undergoing electrical treatment (four days a week) the next day for three months.
I couldn't even walk for a month, and I was stuck at home, only visiting two places: an osteopath and an orthopedic surgeon. The biggest problem was the pain that made me jump up when I squatted down to defecate. I couldn't use toilet paper, and my hands couldn't reach my bottom. It all felt like a lie. Our toilet was a washlet type toilet, so I had to dry my bottom with warm air (which took a long time).
I then quit the osteopathic doctor after a month (I wasn't really sure about the results). I've been receiving electrical treatment at the orthopedic clinic since July 9th, four days a week, perfect attendance for three months. I've been saying goodbye to the hospital since November thanks to medication and electrical treatment, but it seems like the muscles in your body loosen up as you get older. I'm not back to normal, but I'm slowly getting better.
This happened and it got me thinking about a lot of things.
Sixty years ago, in Kamuro, people carried sweet potatoes from Kubo's fields to their homes using ‘oiko’ or ‘tebo’. Water was carried from the well to the homes of elderly people in the neighborhood every day using a shoulder pole. Each house had a water jug and people scooped water with a ladle (there was no tap water in Kamuro until the Okikamuro Bridge was built).
Is it the physical abuse I experienced in my youth that is starting to show? Now that I can't move my legs or hips, it's essential for me to have a hospital nearby. It seems like a dream that everyone in Okikamuro is living a healthy life.
I couldn't go to the Osaka Okikamuro Kai on July 6th either, so I missed seeing familiar faces and hearing familiar voices once a year.
Does the weight on your body drag down your actions and thoughts?
I feel like I will never be able to return to Okikamuro again.
That sea, those mountains, that air.
A row of houses seen from the Susaki wharf, and the Susaki wharf seen from the Kannon statue.
From the shrine you can see the fishing port, temples, and the shipyard in Okikamuro.
Mt. Shiraki towers over you, and from the edge of the shrine the view of the junior high school comes to mind.
When will I be able to stand on the grounds of Okikamuro again?
My thoughts race around like a slideshow, beating fast.
I wish you all good health.
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