It was a gorgeous day today in Amsterdam. The sun shone all day and the air was crisp and dry. Naomi and I set off at 10 am and walked to the Foam_Fotografiemuseum (Photography Museum) which I found to be really nice. The whole of the museum and it's exhibits were of high quality. The museum is small and very accessable from all points, a quality I love in museums. The work was good as well, with exhibits from artists of the past, as well as today. Afterwards we went to a few gallerys and saw some good, and not so good, exhibits.
I started feeling bad again in the afternoon. By early evening I was flat out in screaming pain again. Naomi called the hospital and spoke to someone who suggested we come to them pronto. We took a taxi to the place and spoke to the receptionist, only to find we were in the wrong place! Not to worry, we were able to see the doctor anyway, and I was able to explain my problem (by now, the pain had subsided, thank God!) coherently, and without moaning. He seemed to think that the problem was more than just the ulcer, which should have begun to heal by now anyway, and suggested it could be a gall baldder/gall stone problem. So, after writing me a prescription for some pain medication, and plopping down 95 Euro for the visit, we said good bye to the handsome doctor (a bonus, of course) and came back to the house, where Nurse Naomi cooked me up some nice warm oats.
More than ever I can't wait to get home to resolve this problem. It is unbelieve how bad this pain is. I can be pretty stoic when it comes to pain, but this is on a whole other level altogether.
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