So I had a whole bunch of tequila and beer after the gig on Wed. I felt fine going to bed and all day the next day. But then, at 6:30, after wolfing down a dinner of Pastrami and mustard before playing pool with Darko, I started to feel iffy in my stomach. The pain grew until, at 1AM, I couldn't stand it anymore and checked myself into the NY Downtown Hospital's emergency room. 12 hours and a ridiculous battery of tests later, I was released with the prognosis of Gastritis. Blech.
I'm obviously too old for this sh*t anymore. This is sad. I feel like crap today.
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