My Peeps

Can you spell S-U-C-K-E-D-I-N?  How could I have gone nearly 60 years and JUST be discovering the intoxication of series?  This group of doctors has taken over my conscious AND subconscious life!  Heretofore I had NEVER wielded a scalpel in my dreams, but now I regularly resuscitate, intubate, retract, and reconstruct!  Medical school it may not be, but my dreams have given me great confidence that in the right emergency I could pull my weight.  STAND CLEAR!!  These doctors make me alternately cry, laugh, and gasp.  I am awed by their textbook perfection of always having the perfect difficult words to say to their patients.  Would that ALL life situations could be crafted by Hollywood scriptwriters before we actually have to buffalo our way through them...I recently finished Season 5 in a bit of a marathon thanks to an unexpected 24 hours marooned in a Phoenix airport hotel--snow in Denver and lots of it.  The finale was totally unexpected, although I had been forewarned by one of my students, Britnee, who just rolled her eyes and said, "Just you wait!" when I pumped her for details.  I don't know if I can face the day without ________________, but I shall surgeon on!  Cristina, Alex, Izzie, Meredith, McDreamy, Calliope (now where was THAT name when Shelly needed one??), Chief, Lexie, George, Miranda.  You are all off-balanced and emotional pygmies much of the time.  You don't sleep enough, wolf down bad sandwiches, fall in and out of love probably more often than you change your underwear!  You see it all.  You wipe away the blood, stitch up the gore, rally the survivors and seem to do it all without a perfect hair out of place.  I pause to applaud you.  And Bailey, hang in there.  Don't divorce Tucker.  You are my favorite.  You have redefined "snarky" for me.  With ________________ gone now, I need you to be strong.  Oh, and Hollywood.  Thanks for letting Matt (the football hero from Friday Night Lights--my LAST series) show up in the ER with kidneys all aglow.  Nice touch.