Dang! It happened again. Private Practice has been cancelled. Whenever I get attached to a TV series, it bites the dirt. I am very private about what I like for fear the gurus of TV-land will find out and shut it down.
Private Practice is a night-time soap opera much like Grey’s Anatomy. In fact it was a spinoff. I liked the characters. They were interesting and it was set on along the coast in California. What’s not to like?
I have always been fond of medical shows. I remember the really old ones like Dr. Kildare, Ben Casey, Marcus Welby and I met Allen Alda through M.A.S.H. I watched the original ER until the plots and subplots made me crazy. There was also Chicago Hope. There weren’t many I didn’t watch. I even watched House which was just plain nuts.
There is something fascinating about a hospital. People save lives. They make heart-wrenching decisions and they have sex all over place! I never worked for a company where you could have sex in little rooms although I am sure it goes on. (I once asked my doctor if there was really that much sex in the hospital and he said, “I wish!”)
I would have made a great doctor except for a few — very few — flaws. I love the problem-solving aspect. Figuring out what’s wrong when reviewing the symptoms that are presented. Reacting to crisis situations makes the job interesting. Wearing scrubs! One of my doctors wears black scrubs and looks absolutely scrumptious in them.
The people who work at hospitals tend to be smart – sometimes arrogant – but smart. I have learned some terms and new illnesses through the years but they are not useful for dinner parties. Yelling code blue at a party is not a good idea. Neither is discussing diseases at the dinner table or so the beloved husband tells me.
The flaws I have involve my tendency to get ill when I see body fluids – like blood, barf and the other nasties. If you barf, I will barf too – partly in sympathy and partly because I have no control. Cutting into someone and having puss flow would put me out like a light. If the blood or any of the other stuff was mine, well you can just forget it. Call the undertaker.
The best part about TV shows is that I can close my eyes when the slicing starts although if you think of it mechanically, it’s probably no different from fixing an engine.
I will miss this show but there are a few new ones that I enjoy. I cannot mention them because I just know those TV gurus are trying to figure out what I like so they can cancel them!
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