Doctor, doctor...

Watched Grey's Anatomy last night. And i mean, it's OK, it makes me laugh, I think Sandra Oh is pretty amazing, but should probably smile more. And Patrick Dempsey is completely unrecognisable. And is that the gay character from Melrose Place or am I mixing it up with Desperate Housewives?

What struck us mostly about the show, however, which for the uninitiated is about a hospital, a patient or two & the romantic pairings of the people who work there (novel idea for a show eh?), is how many goddamned doctors there are!

You might think: Hospital = doctors. And up until recently, I'd have agreed. But that was before I made two extended visits to our local hospital with an injured person. We were there 4 hours each night. And I swear, we spent 3.5 hours of each night just sitting around because there were no doctors to see us. At first, we were attended to quickly (excepting the 2nd afternoon, when we'd been rung & told to get down there quickly, and when we did, they had no record of us...), but then there was an extended wait for the consultant to confirm the younger doctor's diagnosis, then an extended wait, then x- ray, then an extended wait, then another consultation, and the nurse will come & unplug all those things & pull out all the tubes & will fight you if you try to leave with the nitrous oxide, and take out your drip etc. And then an extended wait again, then the nurse comes & does all of that, except you stand well clear of the nitrous because she's watching you and she looks tough, and then we can go! And it is now 10.30pm, but hey, your shoulder is now back in place & you should get some strength & feeling back in your arm & hand over the next month or so...

I feel bad about moaning, because doubtless they were attending to more serious cases. But still... fuck that.