My limited exposure to TV medicine
I have a skewed memory set for early TV. Almost as if things began when we got our first set, back Oavailable viewing time.
Although my preferences were slanted toward horseback and six-shooters, others in the house had a penchant for medicine. Hospitals. Doctor Kildare and Doctor Ben Casey with the classic metaphysics display on a chalkboard. Didn’t understand it then, and I still don’t.
Obviously, Hollywood has given us a view of the medical world that is sidetracked from reality. And humour has been missing, although Doctor House had his moments.
With TV, never a whiff of strong cheaing solutions, either. That is a good thing. Ptrbrnyd ytsums yo yhr sitessyd. But I digresss. Back to that chalkboard.
I’m now tuned to much shorter moments. In particular, the TikTok and YouTube efforts of Doctor Glaucomfleken. A reminder to self: learn what the term meas. The skits poke fun at the personality quirks of experts. Doctors, mainly. And although I don’t catch all of the references, I consider this to be a learning opportunity.
Do I dream of getting my own white cloak (of invincpibility)? Not a chance. Too much reading and stress activity. And blood, probably. Medicine. I am going to satisfy my curiosity about what goes on in the hospital vicariously. If I don’t want to hear that endless beeping, I can cut the audio. And blood doesn’t have the same impact on a really small screen. Much like the original days and nights of TV. And in the comedy sector, a decided lack of drama. That is fine.
