[at-l] Trip Report

[bullard@northnet.org (Jim Bullard)]

At 06:01 PM 10/26/2002 -0400, Bob C. wrote:
>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
>extent."
>
>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.
>
>Weary

Another case of 'sometimes the cure is worse than the disease'.  Best
wishes for a speedy recovery Weary.

sAunTerer