Jumping the gun there.

So we had an interesting occurance yesterday. We had a lady flown to us who had apparantly fallen off a stool at a slot machine. Massive head bleed. (Okay that's not the interesting part). She was basically PBAB (that pine box at bedside).
The organ revovery folks, the aggressive little critters that they are, called the patients son, IN ANOTHER FREAKING COUNTRY, and asked if he would consider donation of her body. The son, a physician himself was understandably upset since the attending doc had not called to tell him of his mothers demise - since we weren't sure she WAS brain dead yet.

Next day we do apnea tests and all the neurological brain death criteria and yep she's brain dead all right. But it kind of freaked me out that organ grubbers were so concerned about harvesting that they kind of skipped over several steps. Like making sure the family knew she was dead.

The attending was quite upset about the whole thing in rounds. I said "kind of reminds you of a Monty Python sketch doesn't it?" and I launched into "Bring out your dead. bring out your dead - I'm not dead yet" Thee doc looks at me. And busts out in the biggest roar of laughter I have ever heard out of him. Good thing.