For years I didn’t watch much TV because I didn’t know how to drive the television. There were too many buttons, too many remotes and I didn’t have the patience. Now I can operate it and found a show called ER. And I’m in love with Mark Green, Doug Ross, and Carol Hathaway and their many unselfish, talented, brilliant, loving, caring, staff members . People told me it is a very old series but I don’t care. It’s new to me.
John Carter is beautiful, in his quest to become a surgeon, working with grumpy Peter Bentson. And the way Mark Green, an ER doctor, was done badly by his wife, struggled with his daughter Rachel, tore at my heart. And he is so lonely, bless his heart.
And poor Carol Hathaway had her car repossessed, in the midst of organizing nurses to save lives.
Poor thing. My heart went out to her.
My addicition has grown to epic proportions. I moved my small table I use for an ironing board in front of the TV to watch how Doug Ross handles his many women, dumping them after just one erotic night. Oh, the way Doug Ross (George Clooney) dips his head and looks up under his bushy eyebrows…….Was this the beginning of his career?
Anyway, I actually ironed wrinkles into my white dress while tut tutting over the abuse spewed from Peter Bentson to Dr John Carter, a new, handsome, struggling intern.
I couldn’t wait to get home from my bridge game to see if Susan and Mark would eventually get together to be more than friends. They keep eyeing each other. There are many bedroom scenes in ER and there’s usually more than one love interest. This haunting question of Susan + Mark kept me tossing and turning at night, eager for daylight so I could turn on Hulu while doing Wordle.
And Peter Bentson, always grim but mushy on the inside, escaped HIV, thank goodness. And he always wants to learn more, be the best. I hope he finds a good woman.
The eggs boiling on the stove popped, pop, popped and drew me away from Doug Ross, saving an infant from a near death situation. The eggs were burned but it didn’t matter because I was remembering the way Doug Ross looked straight into my soul.
And nurse Lydia’s wedding happened on the show with a gown, flowers and all the ER staff surrounding the happy couple. It could only happen in ER, that wonderful place where everybody struggles daily, fights with valor for the lives of others. I put a bag of popcorn in the microwave, snuggled up on the couch in a semi-fetal position to watch that one.
These heroes of medicine rush out into Chicago snowstorms to unload bloody patients from ambulances, giving treatment while transporting the gurney inside. What dedication, what triumphant brilliant medicine. If only I was one of them.
When will it all end? Not soon, I hope. I’ve adopted Doug, Mark, Carol, and Peter into my inner circle of friends and want to travel with them through their daily lives. I love that show!!