This post is about that one time in Japan when I got hit by a car. Yes, you read correctly. If you know me IRL, you probably know that I was hit by a car, but may not have heard the story. So, today, you can sit back and laugh at my bad luck [once again].
You may be wondering what made me decide to post this today. Well, recently I was injured at work. Now begins the struggle for the getting my treatment paid for and all that fun stuff. Word to the wise: Do not ever get injured at work; it is way too much hassle and not fun and can result in many headaches not even associated with any real injury.
Now, onto the fun part...
This is copied from my short-lived exchange blog that I had for part of my year abroad. I've added some things, which are noted by the "[" and "]" around them. Please enjoy and comment with any thoughts!
"So, I can tell everyone about my latest experience - being hit by a car!
Friday, the 23rd[of October], was a pretty typical day at school. I left a little earlier than usual, and was riding my bike home when I came to the dangerous road that freaks me out and I always take my time crossing. It’s not big at all, but you can’t see if cars are coming so it’s scary.[I ususally avoided this road but I was staring at some hot Japanese schoolboys and missed my light to go to the other side so I just went straight, onto the "death path" as I've now dubbed it.]
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I came home and tried communicating it to my host mom. I said, "Car... Bike... BOOM!" Anything. I tried looking it up. Eventually she just said she got it and said, "Okay, well now get ready for the party." I just thought, "Uh.... okay then..." and then told her the lady would call her the next day. Then I got ready.
That night was a Rotary party at the hotel, but it was on the 15th floor of the hotel. I was put next to Ishizu-san, whose son goes to Seishin and he had me check his English homework. It was so cute. We ate dinner, and played a few games. One was writing a haiku. Yeah, like I can accomplish that. But, the drunk guy sitting across from me wrote two and put my name on one of them and it won a prize. Probably just because it had my name on it, though.
Saturday, I went shopping. And then when my host mom came home, she told me the lady that hit me called her (just like I told her she would.....) and my host mom fussed over me for a long time, checking all over my body for bruises and asking me why I didn't tell her. I kept repeating, "I DID tell you... I DID tell you..." but she still doesn't think I did. [I eventually talked about it again in January with her and we laughed about our miscommunication. If only I could have had THAT level of Japanese in October!]
Sunday was I told not to go anywhere. Yeah, it was really fun. Not. I talked to JoAnna on Skype for awhile and studied. That was it.
Monday, I didn’t go to school and I went to the hospital, watched something about fireworks on the hospital TVs, had x-rays and waited around, a lot.. Note about Japanese x-rays: You have to get completely naked for them. Of course, you have a kimono-style robe, but you still gotta be naked. Awkward much? When they were trying to tell my to take off all my clothes, I was like…. “uh… you want me to WHAT?”
Tuesday was another day of being condemned to the house. Not fun. And from then on, I’ve started going to the hospital every day. I have to go to this massage place close to my school and have them massaged for around an hour every day. It’s kinda cool, but sometimes it hurts. They hook these suction-cup thingers to my legs and then it sends like electric shocks or something that feels like tiny little needles puncturing my skin. And lack of knowing how to say, "uh.. can you turn it down juuuust a tad?" is really making me have to learn to deal with the awkward slightly painfulness of it. The only doctor says, "Okay" about 100 times every time he massages me, but the other one is kind of hot. I guess I get to stop at the end of the week, which will be nice because it’ll free up some more time to study."
Unfortunately, after that week, it didn't stop. I had to continue going for two months. I would complain about it, but my host mom said it would look better to the insurance company.(Always looking out for me, Okaasan, haha) I would say I didn't care, I just wanted more time. I would get home from school at 5, have to leave by 5:30, and wouldn't get home until 7:30. I felt like I couldn't do anything, and I had to stop going to Tea Ceremony club because of it.
Looking back, I really wish I had fought a little more for tea ceremony club because I didn't make many friends that I could hang out with outside of school. I had my good friends (whom I love to death) but the people I actually hung out with were all college students.
In December we finally went to the police. I'm not sure why we waited so long, but we did. The police didn't even talk to me except to say that in the future we should contact the police as soon as something happens, like I knew how to do that! The lady told them that I had actually hit her (which totally explains why I landed in front of her car, uh-huh) but because I was not Japanese, they didn't feel the need to talk to me. I tried to protest and say she was wrong, but my words became all jumbled and no one would listen! When we came home, I was so pissed and upset, I started yelling at my host dad and he told me that the police are stupid and didn't really want to listen to him, either.
I learned later on, that in Japan, if you are found to be the cause of an accident (ie: that you hit someone on their bike with your car), you will more than likely be highly fined and will have your license revoked. For how long, I forget but it's not taken lightly in Japan. But lying to save your own ass? How American of you, Nihonjin no obaachan. Honestly, I'd expect it out of CEOs, but not a sweet Japanese lady, but I guess those people are everywhere.
At the end of February I received about $900 in cash from the insurance company. I'll admit it, I had fun blowing some of it on a mini-shopping spree. But I came home with many items that I love a lot and wear often. So it wasn't all bad!
And besides, how many exchange students can say that a month and a half into exchange they got hit by a car?
Hope you enjoyed this post. I'm currently in the process of recovering, packing to move, and writing three different blog posts so please keep an eye out for more! You can always follow me on Twitter or add me on Facebook. Please also feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org (for more quick replies).