…sounds like fiction.
It might be. I was drifting off to sleep with the news on and I swear that’s what the news-caster said.
In Isreal, Sharon’s doctors were going to lure him out of his coma with the scent of his favorite sandwich.
I could be lying about this, because I was teetering between awake and sleep.
But I swear that’s what they said.
How freaking humiliating.
Did they choose this course of treatment based soley on him being portly?
Is this common practice? Damn scientists are always up to something sneaky and secret, aren’t they?
Are patients at UPMC in Oakland being drawn out of comas by the scent of Original hotdogs on a daily basis? Or Primati’s sandwiches?
It’s so simple. And so freaking cheap.
Quick! Someone calculate the cost of allowing someone to lolly-gag around in a coma for months when you could wave a foot-long under their sniffer.
Might explain the high success rate of UPMC both medically and financially. The jig is up. Health care costs should be plummeting as we drink our morning java.
Disclaimer…I think this is true but I’m not sure so please don’t hold me up to any stinkin’ writerly standards. ‘An ‘At.