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I entrusted the company in Toyocho, Koto-ku, Tokyo to Mr. Y (Yana-san) in 2000, at the age of 60, and retired from the business community.
Twenty-one years later, I have been taken care of by the Department of
Neurology at Juntendo University Urayasu Hospital, a 5-minute walk from
my home, to prevent the recurrence of cerebral infarction and prevent high
blood pressure.
About two years ago, I had been worried about the slow pulse in addition
to this matter. When I showed the data to Dr. O of the Department of Neurology,
he recommended treatment at the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine.
That was one year ago.
After various examinations, there was no silver bullet to match this problem,
including arrhythmia, and pacemaker implantation was recommended. I accepted,
but I changed my mind just before the hospitalization procedure and decided
to wait for a while. The cardiologist showed disappointment on his face,
but did not force his thoughts.
In vain, my pulse rate was now in the low 30s, and I could feel my breathing
becoming erratic in my bed at night.
After a year, I visited the cardiologist again and underwent various tests.
The results were projected on a computer screen, and the doctor's diagnosis
was: “This time, you must have a pacemaker implanted. It will be life-threatening."
Since I have subjective symptoms that cannot be left untreated, there is
no escape now.
After confirming the availability of the surgery, the doctor informed me that the surgery would be performed two weeks later, on Wednesday, October 20. The day before the surgery, I went into the hospital and completed the necessary procedures. I was placed in a single room with a shared bathroom. If all goes well, I will be discharged from the hospital 10 days later, on Thursday, October 28.
Even if hospitalized, it seems I don't need to prepare for any special
clothes. When I run out, I can ask my wife to bring it to the reception.
So I prepared one pajama, four underwears, and toiletries. No allowance
to meet anyone while in the hospital.
Assuming a TV in the room, what I brought with me for killing time were:
Portable radio... It would be by the bedside.
Smartphone... In addition to the communication tool with my wife, I can listen to my own reading on the website.
Three books... : "Opening the Tann-ni-sho", "Living English Now", and "Music Itinerant".
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On Tuesday, October 19, the day of hospitalization, I left home before
9 a.m. with my wife.
After completing the various procedures, we went to the 5th floor of Building B, where the hospital room is located. Then I parted with my wife at the nurse's station. From here, visitation is prohibited. Until leaving the hospital, I will communicate with my wife only by the smartphone.
As expected, the hospital room is equipped with a TV. In preparation for the surgery scheduled for tomorrow evening, today I will have various examinations including X-rays and electrocardiogram installations, and then a shower.
What happened since then for 10 days at the hospital are described in the
next chapter.
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