Somewhere in the Grand Gallery, my stomach started acting up again. Got worse on the metro home. Long story short - the worst night yet. Thought I was going to die. Really. Called a doctor who came...did an ECG, ordered an ambulance, took me to the hospital where I waited in mortal agony between a homeless woman and a crazy yelling man. They did an EKG, two blood tests - everything was normal. So, she gave me a prescription, and told me I can eat everything except spicy things, and I shouldn't have more than two cups of coffee per day.
And now, at 10:30 AM, I am going to bed. Louvre report to follow.
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