You know, I've never really wanted to be a doctor. Had no desire whatsoever. I don't like hospitals. I don't like to be in them. I don't like how they smell. I don't like how they're really clean, but yet pretty cluttered. I don't mind my own blood; I don't ever want to see a whole lot of it up close, of course. Not real interested in other people's blood either.
The funny thing is two of my favorite shows on TV are about doctors. Scrubs (possibly the best show ever) totally gets my sense of humor, and the writing is pretty creative if you pay attention. Grey's Anatomy is more of a guilty pleasure...but that's another topic.
The point is, I was watching an episode from my Scrubs: Season 3 DVDs, and one of the characters, Dr. Cox, totally made me want to be a doctor when he said this to JD:
"Tell ya what, I'm gonna go ahead and write you a prescription for two testicles. Feel free to get that filled whenever you get a chance."
Oh man! Have I wanted to say such a thing to a few people! Now, I could say that, but it would mean nothing. I'm not a doctor. Dr. Cox gets to pull out his pad, write a prescription for two testicles, sign it and actually pass it off to JD. I'd love to be able to do that.
My career path just doesn't allow for it. It's not believable.
Pepsi...nope.
Random marketing company...nope.
Carpenter...hmmmm....I don't think so, but I could say:
"Tell ya what there Ginger, I'm gonna go ahead and rout a couple of testicles for you out of this piece of oak. Go ahead and try 'em out for a few days and see how they suit you. Maybe one day you can start wearing them full time. Whaddaya say?"
Not bad...maybe I don't have to be doctor. Maybe I just need to be a little more creative.
If I hurry, I can withdraw my application to medical school before they reject me and hurt my feelings.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
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