A few years ago, I was in the hospital. I was
hovering between life and death due to an illness. Before I recovered full
consciousness, I experienced many things; I can’t tell if they were real or
dreams.
One of the experiences was that I was treated
by a doctor who spoke the Kansai dialect. I was in the ICU. A team of doctors
treated me. I remember clearly that there was a doctor who spoke the Kansai
dialect on the team.
While I was unconscious, they put a feeding
tube in my nose. After I woke up, I started eating. But at first, I couldn’t
eat much. I left most of my meal on my plate. My condition got better day by
day. One day, finally, I finished my entire meal. I reported to the doctor. The
doctor praised me in very strong Kansai dialect. That was the last time I saw
him.
After I was discharged, I went to the hospital
once a month. One of the team doctors tested me. One day, I asked him about the
doctor who spoke in the Kansai dialect. I wanted to say hello to him because I
remembered he was especially nice to me. But the doctor couldn’t understand
whom I was talking about. He said there was no doctor on the team who spoke in
the Kansai dialect.
I was surprised. The doctor did not exist? He
was a dream? He might be a ghost.
I had been in Kansai for six years. It might
be possible to think that an excellent Kansai doctor’s ghost came to the crisis
of my life and saved me.
Dear friends in Kansai! Please help me if I am
ever again in crisis in the future!
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