Joganji Clinics

A few years ago, I visited the hospital when it was an old building. I went mentally and finally made my first visit. The counselor kindly listened to me and felt comfortable, but the teacher (probably the director at the time) who was in charge of the counselor talked to me crying while visiting the hospital several times. , I get angry when I talk to you. said. In a word, I thought that this hospital was not a doctor who could cure me and was not a reliable doctor.

I booked a month ago, took a day off on the day of the examination, and lived as a base, but a few days ago I was unilaterally canceled because I could not accept new reception outside the prefecture due to Covid19. I wish I didn't say that it was out of the prefecture when I made a reservation. I could understand if I contacted you sooner, but I hope you can return me a month. It was difficult to get a one-point telephone response.

It was a hospital in a new building, which is small next to the old building. My job was tough and I started to tremble and cry in the car as I went to work. When I consulted with a friend, he recommended that he was passing. He slowly listened to my unorganized story. I was able to feel much better just listening to the story, and my tears didn't stop in front of the teacher who kindly asked me during the examination. It was tough. Now I'm doing well. The teacher also talked to my boss at work. He gave me a proper explanation of the medicine, and now I have a consultation about my child.

I went to several clinics. This was the first time I heard my story properly. At first there was a person who listened to the story, and when I thought that it was the end of listening to the detailed story, I heard the story in more detail in the examination room. It was a friendly teacher and the first hospital I thought it was good to come.

It was hard, really hard, every day was hard, and I wanted to die if I could escape from the pain, but I wanted to help and I told my friend. The friend told me and went to see me. There was probably a new outpatient next to the old building. Although it was a reservation system, I suddenly had a medical examination but saw it on that day. “We haven't had much time today because we still have reservations, so what did you do?” I told you that I had no time, but when I left the examination room, I was talking for 20-30 minutes. I was kind enough to listen to the story and that made me feel much easier. What surprised you, that teacher, maybe the director? I think. He entered his office and greeted me with his name. It was the first time that a doctor introduced me in the hospital. After listening to the story, he told me that it would surely improve and talked about counseling and medicine. I think you can borrow the power of medicine now, but I was told what to do. I was also surprised. I was a drug resistant person so far, even though I was told "I'll give you the medicine", I'll help you with the medicine, but I'll ask you what to do. It was. With that alone, I thought I was a reliable teacher. It ’s been 2 months since I started attending. Even though it was so spicy, I was glad that I was alive because the spiciness was softened. I noticed it getting better. The books and photo books in the waiting room are all nice, and some of them read and tears. I want to come here even after healed. I want to keep this hospital secret, but I posted it because I want to let people who are suffering like me know.