Geric Plankton
I woke up with pain in my ankle. I have no memory of falling or hitting it the day before. It might be a recurrence of gout. In February 2023, I suddenly experienced severe pain in my knee, and after returning from a business trip, I went to an orthopedic clinic for a detailed examination, which revealed my first-ever gout attack. After five days of using crutches, the pain miraculously disappeared. Although there was still some pain in my knee, I could walk and resume almost normal daily activities. However, in March, another gout attack brought severe pain to my knee once again. Some may think that the second time wouldn't be as painful as the first, but only those who have experienced gout pain can truly understand the intensity of this suffering. As expected, the pain disappeared in a few days. Blood test results showed a uric acid level of 5.3, within the normal range. The second attack, with a uric acid level of 8.1 during the first attack, was a kind of shock. I started to wonder if my planned trip to Kyoto in April would be okay. I just wanted to forget about gout and enjoy my trip. On the day of my departure to Kyoto, I had beer in the airport lounge early in the morning. The confidence of taking medicine led me to order a second beer. I arrived in Kyoto as planned, and my condition was good. However, on the third day of my trip, an abnormality in my ankle increased my anxiety about gout. I bought a supporter at a pharmacy while limping with my left foot. I put it on immediately, but it didn't have a dramatic effect. Despite the constant crowds on Shijo Street, I walked slowly towards the Chinese restaurant recommended by locals. When I finally arrived at the restaurant, a female staff member coldly told me to come back at 1 p.m. The sun, hidden by clouds, was approaching its zenith. Disappointed by the cold response, I decided to find another restaurant. However, my foot was too painful to wander around aimlessly before noon. As I walked again, the pedestrian crossing where Shijo Street and Prefectural Route 32 intersected was crowded with people, and my foot pain made me fear that I wouldn't be able to cross before the light turned red. Barely making it across the signal, I saw a sign for "Hisago Sushi." As if my foot was protesting against me, I couldn't bear to drag it any further, silently screaming that I couldn't walk anymore. When I stopped in front of the restaurant, I could see the kitchen through the glass. Reluctantly, I entered the restaurant, and the staff warmly guided me to a table at the back. Surprisingly, Hisago Sushi's history is not very long. In 1950, they opened their doors on Kawaramachi.