My Bed under the Table

So on Tuesday, after 3-day weekend of being sick, and not being able to read the medicine bottles, I came to the conclusion that I probably shouldn't just ride out the sickness. I am tired of asking people to translate things though. I am so used to being independent and just doing things on my own. I feel like a very old person must feel, ALWAYS having to ask people to help and relying on them. I don't like it at all...how tough it must be for them. I can't even imagine what they do when people say no to them. Anyhow, my co-worker came to my apt and showed me how the air conditioner converts to a heater. She showed me how to use a small heater my apartment has ( I wasn't sure how to use it, most of these heaters need oil or something bad happens). She also showed me how to use the KOTATSU TABLE! HOORAY! This freaky table has a top that comes off, then you put a blanket under the top and put the top back on. Then you turn it on and it heats under the table and you sit with your legs under the table and enjoy the heat. I am scared to touch the grate; I am afraid it will burn my legs. When it makes a sound, I have to look under there to see what it's doing. There's a red light under there and a gas sound ... needless to say I check it out every 10 minutes or so. I have never heard of a Japanese person getting charred legs, but I am not going to be the first.