Friday, June 24, 2005

That's the way I wanna go

Last night, on call, I invented a new medical term: Exitus poeticus. Here's the story.

An old lady was admitted in the afternoon. She had always been in very good health, and was celebrating her 90th birthday with her friends and family. She was standing there among her loved ones, holding a glass of champagne. Suddenly, without warning, she collapsed. Someone called an ambulance, and she was rushed to the ER. Upon admission, she was not reacting to pain, and her blood pressure was low. I did a CT scan: a massive brain hemorrhage. Her closest ones came in to see her, and held her hand while she passed away peacefully.

What better way?

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