In Memoriam

Who trusted God was love indeed

And love Creation's final law

Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw

With ravine, shriek'd against his creed

Tennyson

This line from Tennyson's In Memoriam, A.H.H. is in reference to evolution. And the Doctor's Lounge has met the ultimate evolutionary fate: insignificance. The demise of Doctor's Lounge to my surprise has been chronicled elsewhere. These postmortems are adequate enough and I couldn't expound much (http://bit.ly/2oqKSi9, http://theatln.tc/2CjOifs). There's even a book:

In those early hospitals, the Valetudinaria for example, places where the Romans housed wounded soldiers, I am certain there was cold coffee at 2PM, stuffy leather chairs, the WSJ, and if not March Madness on TV, there was someone hopefully watching the stock ticker mindlessly. Gone now are curbside consults, a place in the corner where one could catch a nap, morning fruit and bagels.

But what happened? These former bastions of (mostly) male workplace country clubs, doctors only, center of camaraderie, security coded doors, shelves lined with incomplete charts, waiting for the tardy culprit to sign the little stickies. My answer: the Libby Zion case.


....to be continued.