January 26, 2005

Review of "House, M.D."

I was watching "House, M.D." on Fox, which was on after "American Idol." Two teenagers were poisoned by their jeans, as it turns out. Interesting. Probably pretty realistic. To make TV shows smack of reality, the producers hire consultants.

Sure enough. In the credits, there's a doctor consultant. Or at least someone with a medical degree, but probably not a real doctor who treated patients in a real hospital.

How would I know that?

Because I have been spending an inordinate amount of time the past few days in the hospital and got yelled at by a bald, short, evil male nurse for talking on my cell phone! Why? Because the cell phones interfere with life-saving medical equipment, he told me. But in that TV show, every fucking doctor was talking on a fucking cell phone, even faking a call from the Centers for Disease Control from a doctor's cell phone to this mother with a cell phone, whose kid was laying not more than 10 feet from her, hooked to all kinds of medical miracle machines keeping him alive. She’s lucky she didn’t kill him with her cell phone.

The kid was hooked up to the oxygen, too. Could have blown up the whole fucking hospital with that cell phone.

What the hell?

Posted by Bill at January 26, 2005 10:41 AM
Comments

Next time he bitches about the phone light up a cigarette.

heh.

Posted by: Kathy Howe at January 26, 2005 12:23 PM

Heh, Kathy, good one. I can lend you some, Bill.

Damn, I wanted to watch that show too.

I have been yelled at for cell phone use in the hospital. Never stopped me. Nobody died.

Posted by: Jen at January 26, 2005 12:30 PM

We're not allowed to use our phones at the orthodontists because of sensitive equipment, but all the assistants are yakking away on theirs

Posted by: Anji at January 27, 2005 04:54 AM

Yeah, I got yelled at for talking on mine when I was at the hospital visiting Keith when he was there for tests last time, too. Wasn't by a doctor, though; it was some orderly or something - you know, the REAL people who run the hospitals and know what they're doing. And I wasn't even in a sensitive area - I was all the way out at the elevators.

Posted by: Keri at January 27, 2005 05:38 AM

The suspension of disbelief- sometimes it's hard to do!

Posted by: lucy at January 27, 2005 11:01 PM