The worst doctor. EVER!!

So I have been having this weird wave of vertigo strike me when I go to bed, and when I roll over in bed. It wakes me up and makes going to bed not as pleasent as it should be.

So today on my day off I decided to go see the Doc. But because I was late in leaving home I couldn’t get to see the doc at the university hospital - u had to wait for this evening to go see a doc in a private clinic.

My friend rang the clinic to check if the fox could speak English. I generally have enough Japanese to get by, but with medical probe especially something like this which requires a bit of explanaltion an English speaking doctor for me is required.

So I go to the clinic which is staffed by a bunch of pretty girls under 30, one elderly matron (who spoke a spattering of English) and Doctor Dickhead.

So I go into see the doctor where I am instructed to place my bag on his desk, not on the vacant chair, but placed on his desk.

Then I have to sit down in something resembling a barber/dentist chair. Which a) was made 40 years ago and built to hold little Japanese.

I just fit.

Attractive assistant number 2 then steps on the peddle and my chair raises 10cm and rotates to face the doctor. The doctor instructs me to lift my feet and place them on the foot rest - which is fine if you are under 165cm which is ridiculous if you are over 180cm. I now look like a fat squashes tow in the barbers seat.

I’m not happy already.

The doctor asks me if I speak japanese, I say no, I was told you speak English. He says no.

He then proceeds to interogate me in Japanese, waterboarding would have been more successful. Elederly matron helps a bit. Then with all assistants present he makes me go stand on the spot.

Assistant number 2 lowers and rotates the seat. I am led to the spot (2 footprints painted on the floor). He then instructs me to raise my foot, then raise the other.

If I was suffering from vertigo while standing up this would make sense. However as I, and the elderly matron explained to the doctor I only have attacks when I am horizontal. Surely this is the pistiln that must be adopted for testing.

Anyway the doctor ten perceived his opportunity to humiliate the gaijin, in front of his stuff of pretty young assistants.

Close your eyes and march on the spot and count with a lou voice. I proceed to do so. So now I’m marching on the spot, eyes closed, arms out like Frankenstein’s monster.

And I’m counting and marching, couring and marching. How far do I have to count? I get to 50 and he gets me to stop and start again. This time I have to count to 100. FUCKER!!

He then instructs me to sit down (we go through the opening phases of the consultation again.

He prescribes 2 medications. 1 to take when I feel giddy and one to take 3 times a day.

What is going on? I only have attacks when I’m sleeping - at night and attacks only last 20-30 seconds. Clearly neither medication is designed to make my nights sleep satisfactory.

For now I only have an internet diagnosis - which is never really a good thing - but I would expect my doctor to ask me to adopt the horizontal position for testing.

Well this one managed to fuck me in the vertical postion - in front of a crowd. Wanker.

Tomorrow I’m going to see if I can find a real doctor.