The Japan Health System - no thanks.

KOKURITSU KOKUSAI IRYO CENTER

(Tokyo International Medical Center)

1-21 -1 Toyama , Shinjuku - ku

http://www.imcj.go.jp

03-3292-7181

国立国際医涼センター

The whole health system is made to make you worse and docile like in the Cuckoo's nest movie .

It " guides " you ever so softly to the point of no return ... Turns you into a zombie . A docile silent lamb waiting for the slaughter house gates to open so that with other zonked out lambs you can be processed and catalogued according to their material greedy needs : diabetic /renal lamb number so and so monitored by master (Docs name ) and supplied by so and so drug company on a permanent basis until the lamb needs either a heavier supply of insulin (as in my case), loses another limb , his mind or he croaks .

Worse still, he runs out of money and thus starting another wheel spinning in the health system dealing with welfare " charity " rules; 20 % for the lamb and 80% for the buzzards. A sort of pauper's kitchen soup. Prescriptions that NEVER show the price of a unit of insulin, nor the price of high blood pressure pills nor even the price of a fucking band aid either. IF you want the records of the whole supply of shit they fed you these past years, you’ve got pay around 20.000 yen or much more for the real receipt, a thing you have the fucking right to get from the moment you are PAYING for the medicine/poison.

And believe me or not, there is a good possibility they give you reduced or over done Doctored receipts. All doctored so that you cannot read between the lines. All in useless technical jargon. This way you get only half the meaning and thus, as is often the case, you just give it all up or are stupid enough not to try to read between the lines.

It happened with my ever first charts and receipts I had a couple of Yakuza quacks " translate " the whole fucking rigmarole and was on them like a flash , two months after getting out of my coma.

You should have seen their panic veiled looks.

" WHY ? Oh WHY ??

How can this stupid Gaijin just out of Hades, one legged and still zonked DARE to accuse us of malpractice and WHOEVER " translated " our Doctored Charts and photos so promptly?

Even gave this fucking Gaijin a set of key questions to ask us ?

I gave them 24 hours to come up with the real McCoy and the missing pictures of my limb before and after it been chopped. Photos they claimed to have deleted out of their data base when they cleaned their computers of all 2006 rubble and refresh the ditto computers memory for the next year of macabre mistakes and malpractices. Mad Miwa the nurse at ICU, the one that shaved me and bushed my teeth while I was in a coma asked: WHY YOU SO AGRESSIVE TOWARDS THE DOCTORS ?? THEY SAVED YOUR LIFE DIDN'T THEY ?!?!

Meaning ; they should have let you croak you thankless bastard.

The cost to me for the privilege of getting my leg chopped and a three week stay in the ICU unit was the miserly price of 2.3 million yen. That’s 30% of the full price cos I was a good boy and had paid for my taxes and medical insurance rates for years.

Then came a full month of hospitalization bills almost as much as the previous price, while they overfed me morphine to the point I was zonked and my kidneys were gonna get paralysed. Then I would either have to pay a yakuza for two Filipino kidneys made in Smokey mountain (2 million yen 2007 rate) including transplanting in a fucking ghetto abortion clinic out of Manila ...OR being pumped someone else’s tainted blood onto me every week.

Due to that over feeding of morphine, insulin (three doses twice as much as now and real fast kicking insulin 90% pure) my eyes got fucked to the point I was near blinded. My nerves were shot to the point I felt no pain at all even when the Docs stabbed my remaining foot with needles and electric prods and cut crusts of my foot infested wound with a thin metal cable saw. That folks is similar to a real cheese cutting tool to the point I shouted every time my tormentor came by, “Here comes the cheese cutter !!!”

I had to do three days of hunger strike with the window fully open at the end of November, sitting on my bed without eating nor drinking (if a cotton swab with water could be called a drink) nor accepting medicine. All that for my right to have my vital organs checked and the right to get a wheelchair and wheel myself to the crapper cos I didn't want the nurses to clean and wipe my ass or be given diapers either.

Mad Miwa said my room looked and felt like the exorcist movie room : cold and with demons hovering all over me ...

But I got my wheelchair and a signed paper by the head doctors that within a week all my vital organs and signs would be examined to a T and that a schedule of my medical checkups and nurses in and out of my room would be written at least a day before instead of busting into my room and saying turn over time for your injection or this and that ... all basic human respect in my book at least.

Anyway, it turned out that my kidneys were in danger (+3) + 4 and I was a candidate for the pump every week till I died. My liver was 120% ok, heart too, vision needed to have laser shots ASAP or a blind Gaijin would join the ranks. Nerves shot to Hell, a diabetic common syndrome same as for the vision and lots more of complications that could be avoided IF they, like most times a major operation like mine happened, the vital organs are checked within a week. It’s a must.

When I got chopped, I stayed on the 6th floor next to a cuckoo's nest isolation ward for the suicidal nut cases. There was an epidemic of (NORO VIRUS) whatever that meant; similar to SARS. The old woman next door got infected while staying there and the diarrhoea attacks went on and on. The stink was atrocious and many in that ward got infected. I went paranoid and wore a mask, disinfected my hands and gurgled at least 20 times per day. Made even the cock sucking nurse gurgle too and demanded a sticker type of floor mat on my room entrance.

They dared me NOT to divulge to outsiders visiting me about the NORO virus epidemic being rampant on the 6 floor.

Can you imagine the stress I was under? There were crappers only for the infected patients, protected by a fucking shower curtain and those crappers were the best positioned for my sort of amputation.

LOL.

Third World seemed soooo cosy.

Another thing was that Rehab in the building always told me they had no funds to buy new wheelchairs and I had to use the one used to carry the dead or near dead in and out of the place but I rather have the fucking clumsy chair with the dead spirits in it than be locked in my room all day. I begged to my military friends in Atsugi and got five near new wheelchairs donated to the Rehab. They disappeared soon never to be seen and get this, so did the doc that chopped my leg and they are now constructing a state of art 30 floor building right where the parking lot was.

On the 10th or 11th floor they have the penthouse where the VIP yakuza stay when they need to gain time before getting hauled by the cops or a copy cat gang member gets the rap. Three inch deep carpet, pretty nurses and top service including garter belt wearing " nurses " according to the gossip. Same room area where ex-prime minister Hashimoto Ryutaro got hospitalized due to black lungs thanks to JT fags induced lung cancer AND died in there too. A famous music composer that fought with singer Mori Ichinichi married with Mori Masako and divorced recently too or some shit like that on music rights for the song (OH FUKURO SAN / Oh dear mother) he stole from the old geezer and used it to make trillions with the super hits the song brought him for at least two decades. Geezer also croaked in that very floor .

Cosy place ain't it ?

I've got more on my month at the Tokyo Women University Hospital just next door ...

How about when a cardiology young punk doc entered the nurses resting area and forced an injection on a nurse then attempted rape? Somehow she woke up and got him arrested. Then the nice Toubib (doc in FFL jargon) had the combination of the rooms in that dormitory and that he disappeared back to Hiroshima into dad's clinic without more than a mere slap in the hand and a pat on his shoulder leaves me even more curious.

There are also female docs walking around with gold anklets and expensive accessories being bribed by the crow men (medical supply companies dressed in black and moving EVERYWHERE the hospital without impunity). The crows furnish the greedy bitches with coupons for trips to Onsens or Hawaii if they accept bigger bribes and countless gifts. I once heard of some being dinned at the ASKA the luxury cruiser while cruising around the World.

Sky is the limit and the pile of skulls keeps on growing...

Not this SKULL!

BASTARDS !!