Toilet vs Aspirin- forget about it

Sorry everyone (my two faithful readers) for not posting more, it is no small feat leaving the house when the toilet presents a challenge so complex someone mentioned ‘the only foreigners who know how to work the toilet properly graduated from MIT'

So with my arts and humanities background- might take a while.

7 buttons in English and additional 4 in Japanese. You can adjust the flushing sound and chose different melodies. Having left my ipod in Mykonos this summer I never thought the toilet seat in Tokyo would provide a satisfactory alternative?

I am the cave woman at the dawn of civilization! You have to wonder how they even allow people like me to roam Tokyo freely?!?!?!We could end up flushing ourselves down the toilet by a rookie mistake.

The toilet seat not only has various musical options but, as i discovered later in the day, also various heating options, meaning you can heat the entire surface or just one half of it. So if your heart desires just one butt cheek heated up nicely- you've come to the right place.

A button I have been afraid to press is the one that has a geyser drawn on it?Saving it for Friday night...

My first word is KAZE KATSURI, common cold, cant believe I got sick in the first week.

Went to the pharmacy earlier and realized there was not one brand name written in western alphabet so I coughed and sneezed and put on quite a show to demonstrate I am about to croak...it took half an hour before they gave me something best referred to as 'something'! I still don't know what drug they have me on, and as I haven’t done anything particularly bizarre I am assuming it is not a stimulant. They had put on gauze masks as they approached my sickly self . Multiple Micheal Jackson tributes..

In vain I  kept repeating ‘Asprin, Aspirin'...
Nothing. 
Dragged myself home, utterly defeated, to google why Bayer isnt in Japan…apparently they are, just under a different name- in Japanese. 
Classic.

To their credit, they will devote an incredible amount of time and effort, talking in Japanese, explaining all sorts of things it would be rather useful to hear – in a language you actually do understand.

So far I have come across two people who speak English, the embassy driver assigned to my mother, a lovely Filipino called Hector and a Canadian lady who looked so pitifully lost at the deli on Gotanyama,  she needed my help more than I needed hers.

Still the only person in Tokyo without a camera. 
Went into one electronics labyrinth shop and gave up immediately. You can't possibly see that many cameras and still want to buy one.