My First Belgian Hospital Experience -- The Prologue

To make a short story very long, last Saturday night I slipped and fell in a restaurant (where's a good lawyer when you need her?) and, four days later, was still vomiting. Since it doesn't take a brain surgeon to know that purging without bingeing is probably not a good thing, on Wednesday morning, I saw a local general physician. She diagnosed me as "concussed", told me to go to the hospital if I vomited again, and sent me on my way with a stern warning not to wear three inch heels. Wednesday night brought more quality time with the toilet, so first thing this morning, I set off to find a hospital.

(Here's a little tip for all you expatters: Find out where the nearest hospital is before you suffer a traumatic brain injury!)

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