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[at-l] Trip Report
- Subject: [at-l] Trip Report
- From: Bob C." <email@example.com (Bob C.)
- Date: Sat, 26 Oct 2002 18:01:33 -0400
The peak of the fall foliage had long since passed. The orange, browns and
yellows of the salt marsh grasses still impressed. Red maples sheltered from the
winds still shone brilliantly. The orange and yellow of the Sugar Maples
displayed their glories. The birches and aspen glistened in the fall sun.
And a surprise. As we reached our destination the guy in the next bunk turned
out to be "Can Do," a 2000 south-bounder. We spent an enjoyable hour or two
remembering the trail.
Unfortunately, this was not a walking trip. I traveled by auto and bunked at the
hospital that serves our towns. "Can Do" left the next morning for a regional
medical center. After four days I was sent home. The diagnosis: one of the
medicines designed to strengthen my heart had severely damaged my lungs. The
prognosis? This is a reversible condition, through it's kind of iffy "to what
So I sit here at the computer, tethered by a 40-foot tube carrying oxygen to my
lungs, belatedly looking up amioadarone and puzzling why a $300 per visit
cardiologist didn't know what I had found out in 20 minutes.