I'm nevre gonna die! Trip Report

“I resolved to work round the house last week-end and was pulling vines off my plum trees when (O joy) a rain drop fell on me and I was off to the rugby in Ottawa 200 km away - we had a pre-season exhibition match.

I ran touch, but started having difficulty breathing on the drive back.

My asthma has been almost absent for the last three years and this was a surprise, although this has been a horendous spring for allergies.

I started using my inhalor and managed to get some sleep, but awoke at 4.0 am and started inhaling my synthetic adrenaline every twenty minutes and when it didn't get any better drove to the hospital at 11.0 am.

Well, apparently when a 56 year-old enters the hospital with tightness in the chest they check his heart.

After eight hours of inhaling adrenaline and in the middle of an asthma attack my blood pressure was 128 over 70 and my pulse 70!

I had been pretty upste with myself about my lack of fitness when I was hiking with Lumberzac the first week-end of March and got active.

Guess I'm all right now.

My best buddy's wife says I'll still be running round three days after my death.”

“Good to go!”

“... and marinating caribou, I hope.”

“Nice numbers you got there!”

“Whew, glad you're OK, grem!”

“I'll still be running round three days after my death.”

That's one of the funniest things I've read today.

I'm glad you're okay, Gremlin.”

“yupp...glad you're okay too!”

“Good to here you're okay.”

“Now look hear, young man!”