Gastroenteritis??

Tuesday morning I woke up feeling not so hot, but I got up and went to work anyway. I had an interview with the city newspaper after work. It was a relaxed setting where the journalists asked me general questions like what my first impression of Japan was when I arrived, how I like my city, the people, do I remember the students from my last school etc. Afterward some pictures were taken in the classroom one of which was with one of my favourite students, Kenta or Kenchan, who is one of my special needs students. Shortly after we were finished I went home and went to bed waking up only to eat before going back to sleep.
I thought sleeping would help, but when I woke up Wednesday feeling the same way I stayed home and went to the clinic down the street where there is an English-speaking doctor. I wasn't feeling too bad, but I figured now would be a good time to seek out this doctor who could speak my language. I got to the clinic and was first on the afternoon waiting list. I went in to see Dr. Hirata and told him my symptoms. I laid down and watched as he listened to my stomach with a stethoscope. I honestly can't remember the last time a doctor has done that to me. He then proceeded to probe and push down different areas of my abdomen and ask if it hurt. A couple areas did while others didn't. And that was it, he was done and he concluded that because my stomach felt a little distended, I had very little appetite and my head felt funny that I had a viral infection, gastroenteritis to be exact. I told him I hate taking medication and he proposed a liquid infusion to which I refused. He wrote me a prescription for an antibiotic and something else. Keep in mind that I have a pharmacy technician degree from Humber college, so I was wondering why on earth he would prescribe antibiotics for a VIRAL infection. Granted gastroenteritis could be caused by bacteria, but he seemed pretty sure it was viral.....as he put it "I think you have a viral infection". I took the prescription, paid for my visit and followed the nurse while she showed me where the pharmacy was located. I told the pharmacist I would be back and then went home and went in my bed. Later that evening I woke up and guess what? I had a visitor that came a week and a half early! It explained EVERYTHING, all of my symptoms and why I was feeling so lousy. I just never thought of it because it wasn't expected. All I could do was laugh, thank the Lord that I follow my instincts and then call my parents and tell them the joke. I stayed home for the rest of the week... Thursday because my stomach was killing me and when I tried to go to work my vice principal sent me home twenty minutes later telling me to rest...and on Friday he called my supervisor before I left my house to make sure I stayed home to rest even though I felt good enough to go to work! I'm just not used to this kind of treatment. I'm programmed to work to the death, it's so sad.
Anyway, I'm feeling much better now and I've had an extra long weekend. I got out of the house Friday night for a birthday dinner at a Jazz bar and thoroughly enjoyed myself. It is now Sunday afternoon. I'm going to go think long and hard as to whether or not I'll be staying in this lovely country for another year. Talk to you soon.