...how obnoxious the perception gap in the way Japanese treat foreign women and foreign
boys men really is.
Ugh. I wish I'd just kept my mouth shut about this morning's class.
That will be all.
I'm forced to teach an English conversation class at the city hospital. I prepared some discussion materials late last year about the French woman who'd received the world's first face transplant. The discussion went on from there to the broader topic of organ donation.
"Are you an organ donor?" one of the doctors asked me.
"Yes, of course," I said, and showed him my American driver's licence. And as Kurt Vonnegut would say - get this: the six doctors (including a surgeon and two OBGYNs) were horrified. After I'd convinced them I wasn't joking, that is. Upon further probing, I discovered that while five of the six were hypothetically willing to receive someone's donated organs, none of them were willing to donate themselves.
My prefecture made the news today when the family of a brain dead patient approved the harvesting of said patient's organs for the forty-second organ transplant in the history of the country.
Now, I don't know much about the history of organ donation, but I imagine enough time has elapsed between the development of the technique and the present for a few more than forty of the procedures to have taken place in Japan. And yet the concept is apparently so odious to the public at large that the family asked the news not to reveal the name, age, or gender of the donor. Compare this with the atitude in the west, where women's magazines are full of interviews with surviving family members talking lionizing the choice of their deceased loved ones to help others post-mortem.
That will be all.
I should have mentioned this in the previous post, as it does much to add to one's understanding of my situation:
Salaries are paid on a monthly, not weekly, schedule in Japan. So when I express a bit of...exasperation...at the fact that someone's forgotten to pay me, it's merely because this oversight has set me short by a few thousand dollars, which I had counted on receiving this past Monday.
Another interesting Japan Tidbit is that no one receives a paycheck, ever. In fact, Japan doesn't use checks, period. One's salary is deposited directly into one's bank account by one's employers. Now, as Japanese society generally runs like clockwork, I'm usually right on the (ahem) money when I assume that my pay has been deposited on schedule. So you can imagine my surprise when I kept updating my account ledger at the ATM, only to find that no deposits had been made by the city since last month.
C'est la vie.
That will be all.
I was sick as a dog yesterday. I am not joking when I say it was the sickest I have been in years. I spent all day at work on the urge of vomiting, constantly sneezing, and I hadn't been able to eat for three days - the sight of food was just nauseating.
I put myself to bed at seven pm with the heater on full blast, buried under two layers of thermal pjs, three blankets, and two wool comforters. I was periodically woken up during the night by the force of my shivering, although I was running a massive fever (I soaked through those two layers of pjs with sweat), and I was starving but still unable to eat.
The fun continued today, when I had to wake up extra early to walk the four kilometers to my secondary school. I overslept, meaning no time for a shower, meaning I'm chilling out for a full work day covered in old fever sweat - ugh. However, I do feel better, thanks to the rest.
So yes, the fun: my body has decided to turn all available body fluids into liquids which it is currently evacuating through various orifices. Having exhausted my own box of tissues, I am now working on sneaking spares from the desks of teachers who are currently in class. To make matters worse, although I've never been told anything along these lines directly, I have the sneaking suspicion that blowing one's nose in public is a big no-no in Japan - I have never seen a single Japanese do this once in my entire three years in this country. So it's off to the bathroom for me between each and every class I teach where I hawk, cough, and blow my nose to my heart's content. (Aside from my tissue supply, I've also decimated half a roll of toilet paper.) My eyes are streaming so badly my vision is blurry.
It got so bad that I actually did the unthinkable and took some tissues along with me to the class I just taught, because there was no way I could get through it without them. Which was when, at some point, I managed to blow my nose stud out of my nose, and spent the last half of the class trying desperately to locate it on the floor without drawing attention to myself. I couldn't find it, which means I'm now sitting here with a length of disposable pencil graphite in the piercing to keep it from swelling shut, and am down another expensive nose stud - one which, to add insult to injury, I only bought two days ago.
And then to ice the cake, my body woke up from it's long fever-induced lethargy to say, Hey! Now would be a great time to start menstruating! I still have three hours of work left to go, no pads or tampons, and absolutely no chance of being allowed out early to go buy any, so here I am trying my best not to sit down anywhere. Dammit.
I'm just waiting for a limb to fall off. Urgh.
That will be all.