okay, maybe ellen turned out to be agood guy after all, but my memory of her is that she was very sick as well. she actually was the cause of a lot of my misery. I have asthma, not so much any more, and even if my attacks were emtional, there is a simple fact, I couldn't fucking breathe. period. and when this happened, when I would think I was going to die because the damn lungs just couldn't suck anymore, I was screamed at and sworn at...while wondering if I was going to live, desperate for air, she was screaming that I was the cause of problems and to get my ass moving. Sorry, I kind of dont' like the woman, and 94-96'ers, remember three hour exercise. after that day, I couldn't physically step down stairs, my muscles were so trashed I had to scoot on my toosh or I would fall. and as we were increasingly more tired, we had to sprint hills in better times, doesn't make much sense. in fact, when three hour exercise was ever threatened, I was the only one that would burst into tears only because I knew I wouldn't be able to breathe and that would only get people in more trouble. god this hard! need to sign out....