Originally Posted by
Truffaut
Many years ago, as a newly minted graduate I was working in an emergency department of a major Sydney hospital. The ambos had brought in a guy in a full cardiac arrest. He was large and had been difficult to intubate in the field.
As we cut the bloke's clothes off and started to work on him, I recognised him as a very prominent medical specialist and academic at the medical school. After 45 minutes of throwing everything at him (everyone knew who he was), the senior emergency department specialist called it: he was gone.
When the prof's wife arrived at the hospital, I got the task of breaking the news to her. She was also a doctor. The wife asked me why he'd been taken to our hospital (it was nowhere near where they lived) and where he'd been found . I looked at the medical records and said to the wife, it says 99 Albion Street here. The wife said nothing.
It was only later that I realised I'd told the wife that he had been found at Tiffany's! I didn't know that 99 Albion Street had any significance. I reckon the professor was better off dead. I strongly suspect the wife made enquiries and learned the big fella had died while pursuing extra-curricula activities.
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