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Strategies & Market Trends : Trading the SPOOs with Patrick Slevin! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (6244)	8/11/2000 2:59:41 AM
From: Patrick Slevin	Respond to of 7434

No. Matter of fact I took advantage of the Canadian "quit" rule, the one where you can just get up and leave the hospital if you wish. Stupid decision. But this was the only time my family and I had together all summer. I wished to at least have one day with all of them, Wednesday. Matter of fact, although I had been having pain from 2 o'clock or so, I held on to see my oldest son paddle in from his trip up in the Hudson's Bay region. Soon as he went by in the canoe I was out, and the next time I saw him there was a camp doctor between the two of us. That was perhaps 4 o'clock, and it was almost 8 by the time the helo landed. Fortunately, by 7:30 the doctor was shooting me with the first dose of morphine. Very supportive people, the outdoors Canadians, though. My wife was worried I would die, and the Rescue Boat that got there perhaps an hour before the helo promised that she could ride with me to the hospital. So she arranged for the two older boys to grab the boat I had rented and speed down to where the cars were so they could meet her at the hospital. Naturally, the helo had come up from Toronto, and had no spare fuel for an extra person, so the rescue boat people took her to a landing where one of the EMT's had a car and he drove her to the hospital. Meanwhile, as I was on a stretcher being XFerred to the helo some of the older campers or guides or whoever they were promised me they would watch out for the youngest boy. This was all pretty hazy at the time, the morphine was taking effect. But no, I still have the gall bladder and the rockpile. I have to call a surgeon tomorrow and see what to do. Lessons learned. I'll tell ya, as much fun as the outdoors can be, you really....really....do not want to need critical care there. All this has been such a new experience. Everytime I am near someone eating food, I can smell it; the oils, the grease, the spice, the alchohol on their breath, everything is just so sharp and frankly revulsing. I was waiting next to a fellow in Customs who perhaps had a drink before getting there and they had to get me a wheelchair. I could have been smuggling a pound of heroin but they just hustled me through as quickly as possible and got me to the plane. I think this may just put the kibosh on golf this weekend.