come 9:30 and all else comes to a grinding halt. frozen over i watch as the chaotic ER of the chicago county general hospital walks right out of the television into my bedroom. it's like i am a mute bystander -- the filing cupboard or the OT door -- vicariously living the dramatic, compelling lives of dr greene, susan, doug, peter, carter, carol, janine... a hopeless channel-surfer, this is the only station my train seems to halt at. in fact, often i even carry ER images into my dreams. i've never fancied myself as one of them though. ever. i guess the thrill of leaving CT, X-ray, CPR and blood in my trail has never been a real life obsession. i've never been the child who wants to play doctor.
but i guess the vulnerability of the extreme (sometimes absurd) situations transposes itself onto my psyche and draws a cathartic (ironic) calm from the madness. with every life they save, words like hope and goodness seem redeemed from the dark alcoves of my consciousness, where cynicism leads them to rot. eye-candy george clooney or the guy who plays carter (think he's called noah wyle) help too ;)
idiot box it may be, but i'm willing to spare TV the noose just for ER's sake.
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