Everyone on the telly finds rare, exotic diseases that doctors, who are a cross between Greek gods and a medical encyclopedia, diagnose immediately.
Everyone on the telly finds rare, exotic diseases that doctors, who are a cross between Greek gods and a medical encyclopedia, diagnose immediately.
The televised medical drama is guaranteed to have you feeling decently ill. Just to meet one of those glamorous doctors who walks through the aisles throughout the episode, fluttering gowns and stashes and shampoo-ad hair, moving from one crisis to the next. To get them to look deep into your eyes, grab your wrist, put their palm on your chest – and tell you you have onychocryptosissunguisincarnetus (an ingrown nail), but who cares because they’re going to heal you by the end of the episode. are going. Otherwise too.
And then you come back to reality with a laugh. Of course, there’s your medical bill, which never shows its sneaky face on screen.
Everyone on TV finds rare, exotic diseases that doctors who are a cross between Greek gods and a medical encyclopedia quickly diagnose. In fact, you walk in with a rash you can’t reach. TV patients have life crushing stories to match. Your spouse is also glued to your bedside – but that’s because there’s a tennis semi-final on TV. He sheds copious tears, but he sheds tears from the flower allergy to the next bed gifted to him by the patient’s spouse.
As far as TV surgery is concerned, you know each step so well, you are qualified to perform one yourself. They rarely differ, no matter what – goiter, tumor or child. The surgeon extends his hand and says, ‘scalpel’. ECG machine flatline. Every light flickers, every monitor beeps, music goes into crescendo, teams go to code (whatever color indicates the highest alarm). And then – when you hold your breath in a bursting position – the patient’s eyes open. Another successful episode! The TV team saved the day and you saved their ratings.
After qualifying yourself for the highest degree available in TV medical care, you switch to film. So long ago to endanger a life and then to save it. someone who has been punched with five hooligans, shot thrice, crushed by a truck, then thrown off the roof, lying on a hospital bed, next to her lover’s blood, germs And be completely avoided from loving eyes. Half the butcher’s patient has never been cured. There should never be a matching of blood groups. Inspiration burning in your veins, volunteer for your next blood donation campaign. You are sent back home with half a day off and two cookies.
Forget those ‘It’s Better in Goa’ T-Shirts. Your reading should be ‘it’s better on TV’.
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