Pokemon Go

I was wondering if I had a wonderful time this weekend when I started writing this blog.

What I did this weekend, both on Saturday and Sunday, is that my younger son and I went to a big park called the Expo'70 Commemorative Park and hung around to get Hitokage, Pokemon monster.

According to my little son, 25 Hitokages are required to create Lizadon, which is one of the strongest monsters. In general, it is not easy to capture Hitokage because Hitokage is quite a rare Pokemon. Luckily, the park is likely to the best place to get Hitokage only this weekend.

Yesterday, we got 25 Hitokages and succeeded in having a character called Lizardon. My little son and I were really satisfied with our efforts since the Lizardon actually looked cool. My older son was, however, not happy with the result. He said that we could have gotten a better one. It seems like that the key to get a stronger Lizardon depends on the selection of Hitokage.

Thus, my little son and I went to the park again in order to get additional 25 Hitokages. We finally made it, although it took about 3 hours. A two-day, walking around under the strong sunlight, not typical in Autumn in Japan, made me worn out.

After getting back home, I saw my 2 sons (my big son was studying at home while we were out) talking cheerfully about the new Lizardon, which has a lot of potential to grow more powerful.

Before I finished this blog, it occurred to me that, this weekend, I surely spent a wonderful time with my kids. On top of that, I would say that the tiredness makes it possible for me to have a good sleep tonight.

I blew it

Yesterday in the morning, my wife came to my hospital to undergo a stool test for occult blood. The day before yesterday, she had an annual checkup including blood examinantion, electrocardiography, chest radiography, and examination of female reproductive organs. A stool test was scheduled but not performed because of her constipation. After my wife took a container which included a small amount of her stool to the laboratory room of the hosiptal, she left my hospital and went back home.

One hour later, the result proved to be negative. I breathed a sigh of relief; a positive result of occult blood would indicate the need for stomach camera and colon fiber. Upper endoscopy would be OK, but, from my experience, colon fiber is not something that is acceptable in terms of its preparation and procedure itself.

During my lunch, I was going to send good news, i.e., the negative result of her stool, however I noticed that my cell phone was not on my desk or in my bag. All of a sudden, I remembered that I put my smart phone on the seat of the train, and got off the train without holding it while I commuted to work this morning. Oh my goodness...

I regretted having such a careless behavior but I had been still optimistic because I know that Japan is one of the safest countries and the Japanese generally have good manners. I called lost and found at the station, and found myself being depressed after letting me know that no smart phone had been delivered so far. I called my cell phone several times, without any response; it seemed like that the power stayed off.

Google gave me information about what to do if you lost your smart phone. According to the advise, I call the provider company and asked it to stop the data connection. On top of that, I have altered my password, e.g., Amazon.com, on the Internet to avoid being abused.

Hopelessly, I am waiting for the reunion to my priceless cellphone that is full with lots of photos with my dear family. I am not going to disregard the possibility that the robber would read this blog and return it to me.

Athletic meeting

It was a special day. An athletic meeting was held at my little son's elementary school. On top of that, he was elected as one of the members for a 100-meter relay on behalf of his class. My son is really athletic and very good at any kind of sports, except for swimming.

I was excited, but an emergency call woke me up at 3 am. I went to my hospital to treat my inpatient. It was lucky for me to go back home around 8 in the morning because I thought I was able to attend the sport festival, which was supposed to start at 9 am.

It was 8:30, however, that I had a second emergency call form the hospital. There was no other way but to give up the athletic meet since it takes at least an hour to get to my hospital.

Lucky enough again, I come back home just before noon. I headed to the elementary school, in a hurry, because I knew that my son was about to start the race around noon. No sooner had I arrived there than I saw my son being ready for the race.

The race started several minutes after I got there. His team's first runner was not as fast as others. He got the baton in the last position. My little son ran with his best efforts, as shown the image above. I shouted, "GO FOR IT!" He overtook some rivals and passed the yellow baton to the next runner almost in the top place.

His team finally came to the last or second last but I do not care about it. It is not the result that matters. No doubt, the process is way much more important. I was very proud of my son and his team. Also, I was satisfied with myself not only because I am his father but also because I did not turn my back to my patients.

Anyway, it was a tough day to me and I will never, ever forget the day.