I stopped watching Grey’s Anatomy…I don’t know, at some point. I got bored with how complicated the personal stuff got and how outrageous the medical situations were becoming. When I started nursing school, I’d make sure to catch an episode here and there so I’d have something to talk about with students, with clients. I caught the season finale with the shooter at the recommendation of Justin’s family. And I am in the process of catching the most recent episode right now. It popped up on hulu with the word “musical.” Ooooh!
You don’t understand how into musicals I was in college. And I think that’s the best way I can express that. Immediately, I thought back to the first time I watched the show.
But as I’m watching it, I find myself feeling really differently. I knew, when I saw the word, “musical,” it would be a neuro (or psych) show, which also peaked my interest. I watched, though, as the doctors did their assessment and rushed Callie to surgery. I wasn’t concerned for the character; I was thinking, “yep, that’s a neuro assessment.” And when the musical left Callie’s field of vision, I couldn’t help but be irritated. Why? Musicals, though I hate to admit it, aren’t realistic. If musical hallucinations happening, you have a lesion on your brain stem (usually from a stroke, abscess, trauma or a tumor) or you’re really old with hearing loss. And your friends aren’t going to sing this week’s Top 40. You’re probably going to hear a really familiar tune from your childhood or think that someone’s cell phone is ringing.
The way I think has changed dramatically in these two years, and that's an excellent thing most of the time. I hope, though, that I’ll eventually develop a sense of separation. I hope to find a way to regain at least part of the automatic nerdy excitement I would have gotten when I was 20 and The Chick From Spamalot was singing in some TV show. ...Here's hopin'!
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