I made my plan for the week, hoping that I'd be out of here as planned on the 29th, watched some videos on my phone and went to bed. 

They woke me up at 6:45. I was so surprised lol. Once again, thanks to the judo practices, I was used to it, but I found it interesting. Now comes the long wait. I'm not too scared. I met my doctor yesterday and he seemed a lot more confident that it would go well. I'm just trying not to think about it. I'm smiling and telling myself it will go well. Nothing to worry about. Everything is in Japanese, so I'm making this like a new experience. Just really pretending like this is all a game. 

The surgery was delayed by about an hour and 15 minutes. I stayed as calm as possible, making jokes with everyone. When the nurse came to get me, I smiled to everyone and said bye bye! It was time for the surgery.

The nurse walked me down to a special elevator section for staff use only. I walked in with her and tried making conversation. After all it was my last time talking for a while, so I might as well right? We reached the third floor, and I got to see a part of the hospital that I had never seen before. I walked into the room with the nurse and was told to lay down onto the chair. I did as they told me. The doctor asked me a few questions about how long I've been studying Japanese and so, and after a few answers I made all the nurses in the room laugh. Then the doctor asked me if it was okay, and I said yes. He placed a mask over my mouth, weird air started coming through. He told me I would start to go numb soon, and then I felt all the energy from my body get sapped away (my first time every feeling that).

I woke up to the doctor telling me he had performed the surgery without any problems. I was on a different bed, being moved and rolled out of the room. As we paused for a second, I took the time, still dizzy from the drugs, to ask them again how the surgery went by writing it down on a piece of paper. The nurse repeated again that it had gone without any problems, and so I held her hand and started to cry. I think they were a little surprised but one of them said out loud: "I guess he was worried wasn't he.". Which I was. It hadn't been easy hiding the fear all this time. I was still so confused. They rolled me to my room, where Iwasa, Anzu, Shizuko had been waiting. They told me congratulations very briefly, and then left me. I stayed there stunned, and soon, passed out.

Now, next day was long, but I finally became able to eat. I ate normal food, which surprised me, but unfortunately was not any better haha. I found it quite boring to be there alone, not being able to do much, but my friends started visiting me in the afternoon. I had to write down everything on paper. Sometimes, when the nurses came into my room, I would completely forget not to talk, and start answering them, and they would be like: "uh.. Are you supposed to be talking?" which reminded me to used my handy pen. It was quite the job to communicate my feelings and thoughts by writing things or using hand signs. Quite frustrating. But I was glad for all those who came to visit me. It made it less boring and I appreciated the fact that they took time for me.

I want to say thank you to everyone who has helped me throughout this whole process. This has been a very... new experience for me and having people around me made it easier to deal with.

As Mr. Iwasa would say: I just lived another experience here in Japan. The experience of going through a surgery.