I am a faithful viewer of Grey’s Anatomy. My recent experiences during Natalie’s hospitalization demonstrated how watching television programs like this create unreal, and oftentimes strange, expectations in their viewers. For instance:
~ None of Natalie’s doctors had nicknames like McDreamy or McSteamy.
~ None of the doctors or nurses gave each other smoldering looks over Natalie’s bed.
~ None of the doctors and nurses discussed their personal life or workplace gossip in front of us.
~ None of the doctors and nurses argued over Natalie’s treatment in front of us.
~ When walking down the hallway, I never came across a doctor and nurse exiting an empty room with lipstick smeared, hair mussed, and clothing askew.
~ I never heard the words “STAT,” “Code Red” or “crash cart” – thank God.
~ Most disappointingly, none of Natalie’s doctors looked like this:
~ Also, when we were walking out after being discharged, there wasn’t a coffeehouse-style song playing over the sound system: