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MAXINE WALKS ME OUT All righty then -- here we go on the walk to freedom. Even though I was still quite bunged up, it sure felt good to be leaving. Maxine was really sweet. I miss her.
WALKING THE HALLS Eventually, the doc ordered me to take regular walks around the building to build up my strength. That took some doing right at first, but it sure beat laying around all day and night.
DOING MY BREATHING EXERCISES Here's my respiratory therapist, Tammy, torturing me with regular breathing exercises to build up my collapsed lung back into shape. It hurt quite a bit, but better that than a bad case of pneumonia on top of everything else. I still have that torture device.
YEP, THAT'S DOUG After my very first Emergency Room visit back in Dallas (an idiot bike ride down a flight of stairs into a concrete wall), my sister Lyn remarked that the only way she knew it was me was that I flashed her a peace sign. It's been my trademark in times of trouble ever since.
Doug and Russell
Doug and Russell
Doug and Russell
Doug and Russell
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