I Jinxed Myself
Minutes after I published my post yesterday, I realized that the water that made its way into my ear after my little jaunt at the swimming pool was there to stay. This has happened to me many times before and in the past I’ve just hopped over to my doctor’s office where she blasts it out with a syringe (sorry if that grossed you out). But with my doctor on the other side of the world getting blasted wasn’t really an option.
The Peninsula staff graciously offered to call a doctor over to the hotel at the bargain rate of $800, but at that price I figured I could live with the pain. But then Ali decided to investigate, saying he could fix the problem…he took a flashlight and some Q-tips, and a few painful minutes later the pressure in my ear was unbearable. I tried to stand up but got really dizzy and on top of that I couldn’t hear out of my ear any longer.
I told Ali to put on his thinking cap because there was no way I could go days or even minutes with the unbearable pressure that was steadily building up on the right side of my head. Ali immediately went into superstar mode – while typing away furiously on his iPhone he contacted the front desk to find an ER close to the hotel. Lo and behold we were in a cab and on our way to St. Luke’s minutes later.
Did you ever wonder what the inside of a Japanese hospital looks like? Well wonder no further:
Thanks to my hotel we received an appointment for 10:30am. By 10:40 I had a Japanese Health ID Card. By 10:55 I was at counter 35 waiting for the doctor. By 11:15 I could hear out of my left ear (didn’t even realize it was blocked). And by 11:20 the water was out of my right ear as well. 5 more minutes and $118 later we were on our way. I love the Japanese and their efficiency!!
With my hearing, equilibrium, and good humor restored, I was feeling particularly generous. I told Ali to pick any restaurant he wanted to eat at for lunch. I felt it was the least I could do considering I had him to thank for spearheading operation “Ameena Needs to Hear Again.”
Ali wanted Indian food so Indian food it was. (Yes Indian food in Tokyo. Again. Please don’t judge us too harshly). Dhaba India was on American Express’ list of recommended restaurants and had a line out the door it was so popular! And it didn’t disappoint! I had my first masala dosa in about 10 years and it was awesome.
Ali isn’t a fan of dosa so he had some kind of chicken salaan with naan instead. He said it was good but super spicy.
After that we walked back to the hotel, checked out, took a 1.5 hour shuttle to the airport, and a 7 hour flight to Singapore. We are now sitting at the Singapore airport waiting for our connection to Kuala Lumpur. I’m not thrilled about having to sit around for 6 hours but at least I am in the greatest airport in the world!
Koi pond? Check. Kid’s play structure? Check. Free movie theater? Check. 100+ restaurants? Check. Gucci, Cartier, Burberry? Check, check, and check.
This could be a dangerously expensive layover.