Long story short, do not eat any Italian/South Korean fusion food when in South Korea. The morning after is not pretty. Against all suggestions from me, I was taken to Jinju's largest hospital...not to be treated, but for a tour. After which I was eventually taken back to my hotel, along with Dottie. She and I both had the spaghetti of internal discomfort (closest English translation). Shortly after returning to the hotel and getting well into a much needed recovery sleep, Mr. Hahn rings my door and tells me that he is here to take me and Dottie to the hospital. Needless to say I didn't want to go. Needless to say, we both went. The process was pretty quick and Mr. Hahn was a great doctor's aid. We both appreciated his presence.
While receiving our IV's, Mr. Hahn drew our privacy curtains to shield us from an emergency. There was an elderly man who suffered a heart attack and died. I could hear his family grieving. It put in perspective the discomfort we were experiencing from the food and unrequested hospital visits, with real suffering.
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