The distinction has become blurred between something being medically available and actually being medically useful
When a friend finally arranges the chat we were meant to have some weeks ago, she apologises profusely for the lack of contact. I tell her she doesn’t need to mollify me but it turns out she is the one in need of sympathy. Her husband had gone into hospital for what was termed a routine procedure. While waiting to collect him, my friend suddenly heard the overhead announcement of a code, announcing a patient in extremis.
“Something told me it was him.”
