On Thursday, February 2nd, I received a purification blessing at Okunitama Shrine in Fuchu.
I've been going there every year without fail for nearly 40 years now, ever since my first year as a working adult.
But somehow, this year—my yakudoshi (a bad-luck year)—I completely forgot, and only realized I hadn't gone when my mother called me.
If you don’t think about it, it won’t bother you, but once it gets into your head, you can’t ignore it. So I decided to take a sudden day off before the risshun (start of spring) and went for the blessing on Thursday, February 2nd.
Also, on auspicious days like taian, weddings are often held and you can end up waiting over an hour.
But this time, it was a weekday—and what’s more, a shakkō day in February—so it wasn’t crowded. Even so, there were still about ten people receiving prayers with me. Listening to the Shinto priest’s norito, it sounded like most of them were in their yakudoshi years.
As always, I sat on the tatami floor of the main hall, bowed my head for the ceremony, listened to the norito, and made the tamagushi offering. Everything went smoothly—until I stood up.
As I stepped out of the hall and put on my shoes, I felt a strange pain in my ankle. At first I thought it was just pins and needles from sitting seiza for the first time in a while. But the pain didn’t go away. In fact, walking became painful.
Apparently, while offering the tamagushi in seiza posture, I strained a tendon in my ankle. I didn’t feel anything twist or stumble at the time, though.
I figured the pain would subside soon, so I had a late lunch at a restaurant near the station and then dropped by my parents’ house in Chitose-Karasuyama. But the pain only got worse. By the time I reached Sangenjaya, my home station, I could barely walk. I somehow made it home and applied a compress overnight, but the pain persisted the next morning.
Actually, I had an avulsion fracture in the same right ankle 7–8 years ago. The pain reminded me of that, and I had a bad feeling I might have re-injured it.
So during my lunch break, I went to an orthopedic clinic and had an X-ray. The result: “No bone abnormality”—a sprain.
According to the doctor, seiza posture itself puts a lot of stress on the ankle, so what happened to me isn’t exactly uncommon. (Though I’ve never heard of it myself.)
Still, it’s kind of embarrassing—getting a sprain just from seiza, without even noticing. And during a yakubarai blessing, no less…
My wife said, “Maybe you should just think of it as your bad luck being taken care of.”
Well, I guess I’ll try to think of it that way, positively.
As for how it’s healing: I stayed home all weekend and rested, which helped a lot. The day after the injury, the clinic even recommended I use a cane—but now I don’t need one at all.
That said, I still feel some pain when walking long distances. After I return home from work, there’s a dull ache from the top of my foot to the sole.
It’ll probably take a little more time to heal completely.
Whether this was truly a sign that the bad luck has lifted, or some sort of divine message—I’ll try to be extra careful in the coming days.