Yesterday I threw out my back (consequences: intense pain, unable to stand up straight) and well, today I had one experience in Japan I wish I could’ve done without – I went to the chiropractor. Although I was greeted by a tiny woman with a big smile, it’s actually really frightening to enter a situation where you can’t communicate the nuances of pain because you and your health professional don’t speak the same language and you are face down and can’t use expressions or body language. To look on the bright side, maybe I could say that trusting a stranger in a moment of extreme vulnerability was a humbling experience.
On the flipside, I got to spend most of the day flat on my back on a tatami mat watching Japanese soap operas (among other things):
watch Japanese television.