Well, I have to summarrize a whole week, and so I'll be brief with most of it.

We took the auto-train which saves a day of driving. The train leaves Sanford, Florida and arrives the next morning at Lorton, Va, near Baltimore, MD. We took a tiny compartment. Just like the old pullmans which I used to take to Raquette Lake, there are uppers and lowers. We flipped a coin and Maria took the upper and I got the lower which has a window. I like looking out the lights of the towns --or still better, the lights of lonely farm houses, sited on hills some distance from the tracks-- as we pass them. The bed is comfortable, firm, compact. the dining car is okay, of course, nothing like the service way back in the forties and fifties when there were line table clothes and heavy triplle plated flatware. Well, no more of that, and no white coated black porters either, ready to shine a shoe or fetch a drink. But we did sleep in a car named after A. Phillip Randolf, so I felt a pleasing connection with the past.

We left Lorton at about ten o'clock in the morning and flew to the Veranzanno Bridge in a few hours--but then hit a wall of traffic. It took three and half hours to get out to Montauk, so all we did was go to bed. the meetings of the Pension Fund started the next morning. we remain in the top decile of Taft-Hartley Plans.

Maria and her friends hiked to to the lighthouse, did some birdwatching and played tennis. After the first meeting i had a terrific massage. Dinner should have been skipped.

The second night's dinner was a lobster feast, you know all the lobster, clams, etc that you want. The lobsters were good for Montauk, but my memory of last summer at Maine kept my standards very high. bUT THEN, AT ABOUT 3:00 am MARIA COMMENCED TO VIOLENTLY VOMIT.

Correction in definition. An ischemia is a loss of blood flow. It might be to the heart: cardio-ischemia -- or to the brain, or a limb. The eyes too. And others. in the case of gastro-ischemia it is usually temporary but can be serious. Maria has been in a lot of pain. She is unable to eat, and is sleeping a lot. Even when Remi called she couldn't speak to her. Here is a list of her meds for those who have not already received it:
Trimethobenzamide, Cipro, Asacol.
She insisted on driving two hours and some minutes to get to her own doctor in Great Neck. We had been at a Pension Fund annual meeting at the Montauk Yacht Club and at 3:00 AM, after a clam, mussel, lobster dinner she began to vomit violently and have diarrhea this continued until about 5:00 AM when she fell asleep. I considered the hospital, but she was adamant about getting to Great Neck.

We drove past Southampton hospital and Stony Brook Hospital, but she wanted to see Dr. Schulman, her favorite. He has an in patient set up in his office and was able to re-hydrate her and do a sigmoidoscopy. (He was the fellow who did my colonoscopy and I must admit it was a pleasant, if unconscious, experience)

Schulman turned her over to me for recuperation, and I am doing my best.

mike

We left Montauk, bypassed two hospitals at the Madam's insistence, and arrived at Great Neck so that she could see her own doctors. As it turned out, a wise move. We are staying at a friend's apartment in Great Neck, which is vacant for the month of July. Unfortunately for us, they are selling it as of Aug 1.

I hope your diagnosis is correct. We will know more Monday.