One of these days, I'll learn to take my own advice.
If it were up to me, I would never set foot in a Japanese hospital, ever again. Didn't matter what ailed me, it could be a head cold, or I could be missing an entire limb. Just give me a Band-Aid and some Bufferin and I'll be good to go. And that's not just tough guy talk - I fear that going to a Japanese hospital would put me in a worse state than before I went. If I went for a missing limb, I'd come out with cancer.
Unfortunately, as it turns out my wife is a major worry wart. So whenever the smallest little health concern comes up, her immediate and unwavering response is "you need to go to the hospital!" My fear of contracting the Ebola Virus from a Japanese hospital aside, as I'm unemployed I don't have health insurance at the moment, so a trip to the hospital will set me back about $100. I always find it amazing that my wife, who is usually a penny-pincher in every other way, is so nonchalant when it comes to the hospital...
Me: Say, let's eat out tonight!
Her: We don't have the money for that...
Me: C'mon, we don't have to go to a fancy place, at most $10-15 per person.
Her: If we can afford to spend that, then we should keep it and save it for an emergency.
Me: .....*disgruntled*
Me: .....*sneezes*
Her: Oh no, is that a cold? You should go to the hospital!
Me: I'm fine, I don't need to go.
Her: But you should, just in case! You never know, it could turn into something serious.
Me: I'm fine. And besides that, we don't have money for the hospital.
Her: Sure we do! I'll pay for it! Just go!
Me: .....Can we stop at a nice restaurant on the way?
Her: We don't have the money for that!
If only the hospitals served a nice steak or something...
