Sayuri moved back to her little village of Kunimi to live with her family. It's a couple hours north from here, and I haven't seen her in such a long time so a few weeks ago we made the trip up for a visit.
To put it bluntly, Sayuri is kind of ditzy. But that's kind of why I like her so much. Yuka, Chino and I were on our way up to Kunimi when we got a phone call from Sayuri saying that she was actually on her way down to Beppu, because her contact got lodged in back of her eye. Huh? I thought that was just an urban legend. It had slipped behind her eye the previous night, but she was tired and just went to bed (probably not the best idea, but oh well). It hadn't slipped back down by the time she woke up in the morning, so she had to go to an eye doctor to see if they could get it out. Unfortunately Japanese hospitals are closed on Sundays, and after calling around the only place that would see her was down here in Beppu.
The doctor told her that checking behind her eye for the contact might hurt a little, and she could grip the armrests of the chair if she needed to. Not a good sign. Then he lifted up her eyelid, shoved a cotton swab behind her eyeball, and swept it back and forth for ten seconds. Sayuri described it as the longest ten seconds of her life. The contact didn't come out, so the doctor suspected that there wasn't anything behind there, but if she felt she could take a little more he would push a little farther behind her eyeball to really dig deep. That's when she said, "Doctor, that's not funny." and left to meet us.
I've never heard of a contact getting so far lodged behind an eyeball that you couldn't see it. And if it did, I bet it'd hurt so bad you'd know it was there. Instead of going to the doctor to get a cotton swab jabbed behind her eyeball, searching around her pillow for a dried up contact would have been a much more painless and likely method of finding it.
Anyhow after Sayuri called to say that her doctor visit was finished, we worked out plans to drive separately and meet in Kunimi. Chino, Yuka and I continued on our way to Kunimi, but for some reason Sayuri had her mother drop her off at Chino's house. She called to say she was chilling in the living room with Chino's father, wondering where we were. So we turned around, picked her up, and finally made our way to Kunimi without any other stops.
Her workplace is a three-story house that serves as a gallery for traditional folding-screens made of silk. I figured they'd be expensive but my mouth dropped when she said they cost thousands of dollars each.
We could see pretty far from the third floor balcony. The village of Kunimi is surrounded by hilly countryside and it was nice for a visit, but it's too small for me to actually consider living there.
We grabbed the chimes (you ring them for luck) and jumped around like Chinese acrobats until Sayuri came to scold us. The thumps were reverberating throughout the house.
To put it bluntly, Sayuri is kind of ditzy. But that's kind of why I like her so much. Yuka, Chino and I were on our way up to Kunimi when we got a phone call from Sayuri saying that she was actually on her way down to Beppu, because her contact got lodged in back of her eye. Huh? I thought that was just an urban legend. It had slipped behind her eye the previous night, but she was tired and just went to bed (probably not the best idea, but oh well). It hadn't slipped back down by the time she woke up in the morning, so she had to go to an eye doctor to see if they could get it out. Unfortunately Japanese hospitals are closed on Sundays, and after calling around the only place that would see her was down here in Beppu.
The doctor told her that checking behind her eye for the contact might hurt a little, and she could grip the armrests of the chair if she needed to. Not a good sign. Then he lifted up her eyelid, shoved a cotton swab behind her eyeball, and swept it back and forth for ten seconds. Sayuri described it as the longest ten seconds of her life. The contact didn't come out, so the doctor suspected that there wasn't anything behind there, but if she felt she could take a little more he would push a little farther behind her eyeball to really dig deep. That's when she said, "Doctor, that's not funny." and left to meet us.
I've never heard of a contact getting so far lodged behind an eyeball that you couldn't see it. And if it did, I bet it'd hurt so bad you'd know it was there. Instead of going to the doctor to get a cotton swab jabbed behind her eyeball, searching around her pillow for a dried up contact would have been a much more painless and likely method of finding it.
Anyhow after Sayuri called to say that her doctor visit was finished, we worked out plans to drive separately and meet in Kunimi. Chino, Yuka and I continued on our way to Kunimi, but for some reason Sayuri had her mother drop her off at Chino's house. She called to say she was chilling in the living room with Chino's father, wondering where we were. So we turned around, picked her up, and finally made our way to Kunimi without any other stops.
Her workplace is a three-story house that serves as a gallery for traditional folding-screens made of silk. I figured they'd be expensive but my mouth dropped when she said they cost thousands of dollars each.We could see pretty far from the third floor balcony. The village of Kunimi is surrounded by hilly countryside and it was nice for a visit, but it's too small for me to actually consider living there.
We grabbed the chimes (you ring them for luck) and jumped around like Chinese acrobats until Sayuri came to scold us. The thumps were reverberating throughout the house. 
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