ghettocities
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I wanted to know if anyone has ever been sick in Japan and i'm not talking about the common cold here folks, i'm talking about like sickness sickness, yeah I said it twice, so everyone post whatever you are takin' meds for, I'd love to hear your stories.
This one time in 2001 I went over to Musashi Koganei to spend the night with the girl I was with that day, well she lived surprisingly far away from any convience store and I had only bought a 1 liter of pocari sweat for refreshments at the store next to the station, so as we approached her place I noticed a vending machine and figured I'd buy a coke. I examined the cocacola and wondered why it didn't have the Harry Potter promotional stuff on it like the rest of the cokes did in Japan, thought nothing of it, did what I needed to do that night and during that time had chugged the pocari swear drink and coke. I woke up some time the next evening and felt mucus in the back of my throat, so I coughed to try to hack it up into the trash bin and it wouldn't seem to remove itself from my throat, kept trying and realized it was making my throat even more sore, well after joining the girl I was with at the time in the shower I was getting ready and prepping myself in the mirror, well at this time my throat seemed to be still hurting so I opened my mouth to give myself a self-diagnosis of what was wrong, well once I opened my mouth I was shocked to see what had been causing me to choke, it was the little dangly-thing in the back of my mouth and it was totally inflamed and swollen to the point it seemed to be stretched and lodged down within my throat, I feared my life for the next two days, ate nothing but soups and it eventually cleared up. I don't suggest you buy drinks out of vending machines in the middle of nowhere.
I was with this girl also back in 2001 and one night I had been with her were laying together and kind of got into this 'dry-act' i'll call it where we rolled around with our clothes on, well I wear belts, keep them loose on baggy pants so there is no point to really wearing them but i wear them, well that night I was wearing my favorite belt which had a built in bottle-opener. As our 'dry-act' progressed, 'stuff' had made it's way over the top of the metal clasp (with the bottle opener) and pretty much out from within my pants entirely. As it progressed even more I could feel that I was rubbing up against the bottle opener but still thought nothing of it, at this time we undressed and started doing 'not dry stuff' , well as that progressed i examined my 'stuff' and realized that the bottle opener clasp had (while doing 'dry stuff") made an incision, a pretty deep cut into my 'stuff' but I didn't let it phase me, just kept on doing the 'not dry stuff') while i felt my open wound become more and more painful, well I was the smartest person in the world and decided, ok, I know I have an incision but I won't wear protection of any kind during the 'not dry stuff' , but not only that, to top things off she was on her period, so really, wasen't the smartest thing to do. I will make a long story short, finished my trip and came home. Two weeks into being home my roomates knocked on my door and said they heard me yelling while they looked at me, in total tears grabbing my crotch as if trying to some how take away from the total pain I was feeling, they knew something was wrong, I was in tears and began to tell everyone what had happened and how lately I haden't been able to go to the bathroom and I had unwillingly wet myself during the past few days a total of about five times, they then told me that I needed to go to the hospital, they carried me to my roomates car and we went to see a doctor. I then was rushed to get diagnoised, they took blood samples and then asked if they could get urine samples too, I managed after drinking almost a gallon of water to urinate 1/8 of the cup they supplied but they said that's all they needed. I sat in the doctors office, kind of laughed to myself realizing that I was actually going to die from having unprotected 'stuff' and that it was how I was going out, doctor came back to examine my 'stuff' to check to see if I had any apparent signs of anything and told me they'd have my test results in a few days and to drink lots of cranberry juice, take time off work and a whole list of things. I then managed to rest in bed at home until I got a phone call telling me to go to the doctors office, I returned to find out my test results had came back, the doctor looked at me and said, "Josh you tested positive for a UTI, thankfully that's all you have" and he suggested it was caused by having the open incision during unprotected "stuff' while the girl was on her period, I questioned what it was more and he mentioned what was wrong in my urethra and all and he filled out prescription forms for pain relief and for Cipro, it was really funny because Cipro was the same antibiotic they had given people whom were infected with anthrax during the whole mail-scare. Eventually it cleared up, I saved one pill (which I was supposed to take) as a momento to my whole experience, it's now still sitting in a bottle in my room, proudly displayed for everyones questioning.
Josh
This one time in 2001 I went over to Musashi Koganei to spend the night with the girl I was with that day, well she lived surprisingly far away from any convience store and I had only bought a 1 liter of pocari sweat for refreshments at the store next to the station, so as we approached her place I noticed a vending machine and figured I'd buy a coke. I examined the cocacola and wondered why it didn't have the Harry Potter promotional stuff on it like the rest of the cokes did in Japan, thought nothing of it, did what I needed to do that night and during that time had chugged the pocari swear drink and coke. I woke up some time the next evening and felt mucus in the back of my throat, so I coughed to try to hack it up into the trash bin and it wouldn't seem to remove itself from my throat, kept trying and realized it was making my throat even more sore, well after joining the girl I was with at the time in the shower I was getting ready and prepping myself in the mirror, well at this time my throat seemed to be still hurting so I opened my mouth to give myself a self-diagnosis of what was wrong, well once I opened my mouth I was shocked to see what had been causing me to choke, it was the little dangly-thing in the back of my mouth and it was totally inflamed and swollen to the point it seemed to be stretched and lodged down within my throat, I feared my life for the next two days, ate nothing but soups and it eventually cleared up. I don't suggest you buy drinks out of vending machines in the middle of nowhere.
I was with this girl also back in 2001 and one night I had been with her were laying together and kind of got into this 'dry-act' i'll call it where we rolled around with our clothes on, well I wear belts, keep them loose on baggy pants so there is no point to really wearing them but i wear them, well that night I was wearing my favorite belt which had a built in bottle-opener. As our 'dry-act' progressed, 'stuff' had made it's way over the top of the metal clasp (with the bottle opener) and pretty much out from within my pants entirely. As it progressed even more I could feel that I was rubbing up against the bottle opener but still thought nothing of it, at this time we undressed and started doing 'not dry stuff' , well as that progressed i examined my 'stuff' and realized that the bottle opener clasp had (while doing 'dry stuff") made an incision, a pretty deep cut into my 'stuff' but I didn't let it phase me, just kept on doing the 'not dry stuff') while i felt my open wound become more and more painful, well I was the smartest person in the world and decided, ok, I know I have an incision but I won't wear protection of any kind during the 'not dry stuff' , but not only that, to top things off she was on her period, so really, wasen't the smartest thing to do. I will make a long story short, finished my trip and came home. Two weeks into being home my roomates knocked on my door and said they heard me yelling while they looked at me, in total tears grabbing my crotch as if trying to some how take away from the total pain I was feeling, they knew something was wrong, I was in tears and began to tell everyone what had happened and how lately I haden't been able to go to the bathroom and I had unwillingly wet myself during the past few days a total of about five times, they then told me that I needed to go to the hospital, they carried me to my roomates car and we went to see a doctor. I then was rushed to get diagnoised, they took blood samples and then asked if they could get urine samples too, I managed after drinking almost a gallon of water to urinate 1/8 of the cup they supplied but they said that's all they needed. I sat in the doctors office, kind of laughed to myself realizing that I was actually going to die from having unprotected 'stuff' and that it was how I was going out, doctor came back to examine my 'stuff' to check to see if I had any apparent signs of anything and told me they'd have my test results in a few days and to drink lots of cranberry juice, take time off work and a whole list of things. I then managed to rest in bed at home until I got a phone call telling me to go to the doctors office, I returned to find out my test results had came back, the doctor looked at me and said, "Josh you tested positive for a UTI, thankfully that's all you have" and he suggested it was caused by having the open incision during unprotected "stuff' while the girl was on her period, I questioned what it was more and he mentioned what was wrong in my urethra and all and he filled out prescription forms for pain relief and for Cipro, it was really funny because Cipro was the same antibiotic they had given people whom were infected with anthrax during the whole mail-scare. Eventually it cleared up, I saved one pill (which I was supposed to take) as a momento to my whole experience, it's now still sitting in a bottle in my room, proudly displayed for everyones questioning.
Josh