I spent about two weeks lying down in bed, having people bring meals to my bed. I had like a relaxing ice pillow. Nurses would come and make sure I was okay. The hospital staff decided that this Indonesian guy called Chandra should be my kind of interpreter. He didn't really speak very much English himself, but he was a lot better than the Japanese staff in the hospital. And so Chandra would come and visit me and he would talk to me and ask me what I wanted to eat for my lunch and dinner. It was great. My friends came to visit me, which was fantastic. They brought me books and music and stuff. But it was also a very strange place to