trickletokyo
21-03-12, 11:51
So I live in Japan, just out of Tokyo. I am 29 years old. I was in Japan last year on March 11th and have continued living there ever since. My language ability is proficient but not native, thus expressing myself is not the easiest task.
For a while now, I have been having mild problems with my stomach and/or digestion. Last year, just before Christmas I was facing off against a stomach problem that I had convinced myself (thanks to Google) was untreatable and terminal.
Of course it wasn't. My wonderful doctor is a specialist in this area and his local clinic has all the tools needed to diagnose such a problem. His website emphasizes "early detection". He also doesn't charge me … he sees me as his foriegn son or something.
After running to his clinic multiple times, and finally given a blood and poop test (all free!) I was given some pills and told to not stress about it. Sure enough symptoms pretty much went away and I had a wonderful Christmas.
So, I am effectively living an isolated life in a remote country with a strange social culture. I have a few friends I can talk to and see on occasion. The relationship with my girlfriend has peaks and huge valleys. Large earthquakes continue to wake me from my sleep and there is the looming threat of radiation from Fukushima.
Hypochondriac style health anxieties should be a given.
Here I am again, utterly convinced that I will soon have to Skype my family with the horrible news that my latest bought of stomach problems are terminal and life halting.
Nausea, pressure, gurgling, wind coming from everywhere, hungry yet feel sick when I eat, occasional and painful acid reflux. Sounds like the end of the world, right?
No need to mention that last week I missed a night of sleep doing work and didn't catch up on my needed rest for a couple days due to an earthquake (survived off of coffee). Since then have had a couple parties that want till 3 AM (drank too much). Recently had a pretty good panic attack over radiation fears (shaking and everything). Behind it all constantly terrified of everything my body does (lymph nodes are scary little things!).
Of course my stomach problems are obviously caused by that C word and are terminal.
I told my doctor all my symptoms today and he sent me off with some medication. But of course he's wrong, right? It can't be that simple, right? It couldn't just be stress making the situation worse?
Thank you for taking the time to read this.
For a while now, I have been having mild problems with my stomach and/or digestion. Last year, just before Christmas I was facing off against a stomach problem that I had convinced myself (thanks to Google) was untreatable and terminal.
Of course it wasn't. My wonderful doctor is a specialist in this area and his local clinic has all the tools needed to diagnose such a problem. His website emphasizes "early detection". He also doesn't charge me … he sees me as his foriegn son or something.
After running to his clinic multiple times, and finally given a blood and poop test (all free!) I was given some pills and told to not stress about it. Sure enough symptoms pretty much went away and I had a wonderful Christmas.
So, I am effectively living an isolated life in a remote country with a strange social culture. I have a few friends I can talk to and see on occasion. The relationship with my girlfriend has peaks and huge valleys. Large earthquakes continue to wake me from my sleep and there is the looming threat of radiation from Fukushima.
Hypochondriac style health anxieties should be a given.
Here I am again, utterly convinced that I will soon have to Skype my family with the horrible news that my latest bought of stomach problems are terminal and life halting.
Nausea, pressure, gurgling, wind coming from everywhere, hungry yet feel sick when I eat, occasional and painful acid reflux. Sounds like the end of the world, right?
No need to mention that last week I missed a night of sleep doing work and didn't catch up on my needed rest for a couple days due to an earthquake (survived off of coffee). Since then have had a couple parties that want till 3 AM (drank too much). Recently had a pretty good panic attack over radiation fears (shaking and everything). Behind it all constantly terrified of everything my body does (lymph nodes are scary little things!).
Of course my stomach problems are obviously caused by that C word and are terminal.
I told my doctor all my symptoms today and he sent me off with some medication. But of course he's wrong, right? It can't be that simple, right? It couldn't just be stress making the situation worse?
Thank you for taking the time to read this.