Lon, no truer word, however she was also my secretary. We had a rental in Jaco Beach, Costa where I was a bad boy! I fell striking my head resulting in a subdural hematoma aka bleed on the brain. That morning before Debbys father died here in Florida! Debby making funeral arrangements when she got the call. I had fallen had a stroke with little chance of survival also dying of Cepsis. Our local doctor gave he med a antibiotics which saved my life, and few other meds~Our rental was 2 hours away in Punta Rainus, the only hospital with a CT Scan. Every day 4 hours trip back a forth. She researched "Coma Recovery.com" suggesting a walkman loud and familiar music Billy Joel 'Stranger' album A week later she noticed that I has moving my toes. We were told I was stable to fly beck on an air ambulance. She used her retirement of 12K to pay for the jet. The 5 months in a rehab hospital staring up a white ceilng tiles, Because of the tube in my throat removal, I had to relearn to speak. Upon began to talk slurr! It was so hard to move my feet as the dumb nurses in Coste Rica never propped my feet up resulting in drop foot! I wore casts for 4 months till I could move them! Debby wouldn't marry until I could walk her down the isle. For the effort she got my first French luger! and hopefully my third and last wife! PS A hell of a way to detox!!I have been ask what is like being in a coma! Exactly as in during a month long dream!! Eric
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