Monday 20th May 2013
The skies clear as we take our leave from Hiroshima, the city the world will never forget. Like Perth that has Rottnest island and its quokkas, so Hiroshima has Miyajima with its deer but, more importantly, on Miyajima there is the famous Itsukushima shrine and its 'floating' torii gate. The cameras are clicking again but our guides Masa and Hero just happen, once again, to navigate us past all the tourist shops !!! Our ferry ride takes us on the return trip past oyster racks floating in the water, and we're on the bus for the long haul to Kyoto. As routes go, there are times for the scenic route and there are times for the direct route, it all depends on your preference. Today there is no mention of scenic bridges and islands !!! The hours roll on and on, there's time for sleep, there's time for thought. Like several others in the group, your scribe has acquired the A1/Sydney/Perth/Malaysia/Japan/whatever else other strain, and definitely succumbed in the last two days. It's not a matter of being wimpish, but when you have had a lifetime in the medical game and you succumb yourself, you are just not used to being on the other side of the fence. Normally, it's the sporting equivalent of having a 'home' game and, there you are, sitting in your comfort zone in the medical rooms with the computer and reference books at your finger-tips when the punters start arriving for their daily fix. When you've been in the game for a lifetime, there are the usual old faces that come in with their ever-lengthening lists (" and while I'm here, doc ........" ), and there are those that have googled everything under the sun and have already labelled themselves with seven different deadly conditions. But, dear readers, I digress - what I am getting round to is that so many of the people with chronic disease, serious disease, that produce relentless symptoms that don't go away, have an amazing ability to cope with great fortitude, and that constantly astounds me.
But now it's like an 'away' game' and your scribe, by contrast, is unwell for two milliseconds with some trivial condition caused by a passing microbiological enemy, and wants it all to disappear in a blink of an eye, as if by magic. Worse still, is when the symptoms disturb the sleep of She Who Should Be Obeyed. It is one thing when you are at home and can take refuge in some far-away, long-since vacated bedroom, once the domain of the younger generation and where now the family cat is sometimes seen curled up asleep in the morning sun. But when you are travelling, then what ??? The academic docs just need to get on their bike and come up with magical new treatments and be able to fix everything - instantly !!! ....... in my dreams. The bus rolls on, we make Kyoto by nightfall.