I did a report today on a man who "expired" at the age of 50. What an odd expression for someone dying. Expired. He was past his date of freshness. It has such a lactose sound to it. Wow--50. And it was unexpected. Massive MI. Harsh. It's always depressing when I get reports like this. Fortunately, they are remarkably infrequent.
Fifty years old does not sound that old to me. I wonder when my date of expiration is... Happy thoughts.
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