My Life is No Grey's Anatomy

It has been a couple of down right crazy weeks. Long, long days at work, some very difficult cases, some difficult personalities, and a holiday.

I'm finally getting caught up, both at home and in the blogosphere. I need to take this opportunity to tell ya'll that I was the Blog of the Week over A Peek at Karen's World. Karen is one of my best blogging friends ever! And I just haven't had the chance to formally recognize the honor of being featured over at her amazing blog until now.

Karen had made some reference to Grey's Anatomy, which was hilarious and at the same time caused at internal eye roll. Mostly because I sometimes wish my life was Grey's Anatomy.

I have to say it's been a very long time since I've watched Grey's Anatomy. I watched most of the first season, and then not much more. Actually, I don't watch any medically based shows- House, Scrubs, ER (when it was on), anything. First, because I do medicine all day long. The last thing I want to do is come home and watch TV shows about my job. And secondly, they don't always get it right. And it bothers me. But honestly, a show about a person getting paged 50 times through out the night and answering phone calls and writing for sleep medicine all night isn't really audience winning material.

Here are more ways that my life is not Grey's Anatomy...

-There is no McDreamy. Doctors look like normal people. In fact, since most of us were the geekiest of the geeky, most of us don't have the looks to grace the cover of any magazine.

-There is no sex. Residents are too busy, too stressed, and too tired. It's just plain impractical to think about meeting someone in the hospital for a little pow-wow in the call room. And I don't even have access to any storage closets.

-Most residents have relationships outside of the hospital. We are not sleeping with each other, with nurses, and certainly not with attendings.

-There is no McSteamy. Not that we don't all wish it. But there isn't.

-No one would ever, ever have to ask to me to go home more than once.

-We don't wear make-up. We don't have time, we don't care. (Okay, I take that back. I do put a little mascara on each morning. Since my eyes are the only part of my face that show.) I don't think I've seen a surgical resident wear make-up at the hospital.

-Each specialty works in their own part of the hospital. There is none of this running around, working in the NICU, working in the emergency room, etc. It just isn't done.

-Our scrubs don't fit nearly that nice.

When Grey's Anatomy first premiered, I was in medical school. We were all so excited. But after a while, nearly everyone I know stopped watching. As one good friend said:

"There was an episode when everyone was home...and it was still light outside. After that I was done."