Oct 22, 2016

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.