Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Like sands through the hourglass...

So are the Days of Our Lives. Our personal soap opera continues, with all the ups and downs, dramatic pauses, and ridiculous cliffhangers that monopolized daytime television during the summers of my youth.

Season 1: "Our heroine was admitted to the intensive care unit for a mysterious ailment. Doctors struggle to find a diagnosis, but are stymied at every turn. Nurse Caitlin is playing matchmaker between Rory and the patient next door, but Rory's overbearing father will have none of it. Rory's loving mother, consoled only by the handsomeness of her youthful husband, waits patiently for an answer. In the season finale, Rory anxiously awaits the results of multiple biopsies. The once kindly RMH threatens to toss her family out into the cold, cruel world because of policy changes. An overworked doctor rushes into the room to announce..." Dramatic pause, fade to black, and cut. That's a wrap people.

Season 2: "The overworked doctor rushes into the room to announce...[dramatic pause] 'oh, we're still waiting on those results, probably get them tomorrow, maybe the next day. Could even be by Friday. ' "

In the meantime, the docs have Rory starting feeds again, this time starting with 5ml of pediolyte, and then moving to small amounts of a special formula, the name of which eludes me right now. Babymakepoopyilac or something like that. And then monitor. Supposedly, THIS time they will proceed more slowly with the progression of the feeds, AND this approach won't impact the path forward once the biopsy results are available.

Pardon me if I appear skeptical, but I feel like I've seen this episode before, and I grow weary of the entire show.

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