The Real Price of Medical Education
The real tragedy of getting a medical education is not the understanding of your own mortality or quantification of personal risk factors. It's not even the fact that friends and colleagues want you to look at something awful that is growing out of their body (I was sure that was a myth). It is the loss of good television.
An EMT friend of mine warned me that knowledge came with a price. That price came due this week. One of the heroes of the cop procedural drama I use to ease my mind after work was gutshot. As the ambulance rushed her away, her partner was told that she was in critical condition and would be placed in the ICU.
Two scenes later the woman woke up with a nasal cannula and an IV drip apparently attached in her armpit. I was incensed. To add insult to injury she engaged the nurse in conversation. The nurse had time to teach her a life lesson! In the freaking ICU. Then boom! Our hero is up and walking about to solve the case 3days later.
Since then it has been all I have been able to see. People recovering from the flu hooked up to heart monitors. The complete absence of catheters and CNAs. IV Bags hung upside down. I don't get it. These shows know how to talk the talk. I hear about VTAC and sepsis and how it is never lupus. I wonder if this is how lawyers feel when they watch Law &Order SVU.
Final point: I've been working in health care for 3 years now and not one beautiful surgeon has offered to leave her husband for me, even though she is dying of an incurable disease. Get it straight, must-see TV! Otherwise I'll yell at you like I yell at the news.