Call me a crazy, “Grey” mama
Soon after I started my current job, my husband tried to liken my new employment environment to “Grey’s Anatomy.”
“Now that you work in a hospital, you can learn all the lingo. Then, when we talk, it’ll be just like ‘Grey’s,’” he said facetiously.
I shot him a curious look, trying to filter his statement and determine whether he was just being cute. Or, was there some truth to his remark?
Three months ago, when he made this appeal to me, I knew working in a hospital would not turn out to be a “Grey’s” episode. But, then again, a girl can dream. (For more about my “Grey’s” fascination, read this or this.)
In honor of my favorite television show’s ninth season premiere tonight, I would like to (sadly) share the following three reasons why working in a hospital is not like “Grey’s Anatomy.”
(Disclaimer – I work in communications and marketing. Therefore, I am in NO WAY involved in anything clinical. My observations are based solely on my lay experiences. If you have a clinical background, I’m sure you’ve spotted hundreds of other reasons why “Grey’s Anatomy” is not like a real hospital. I beg of you, please do not share them with me.)
- Doctors don’t play golf on the hospital roof. Shocking, I know! Granted, I’ve never worked at night, but I kind of doubt that there are golf balls flying off the roof at any time of day. The hospital roof is a protected area, generally accessible only to doctors or other personnel, for example, when a medical helicopter is delivering a patient. Silly “Grey’s” doctors!
- Employees don’t have in-depth conversations in stairwells. Pay attention the next time you’re in a narrow stairwell. The loud reverberations do not exactly make it a prime location to discuss the state of your marriage or your future career aspirations.
- Real surgeons have offices and (gasp!) office hours! OK, this has a slightly clinical twist, but I noticed how fictitious it was for the “Grey’s” doctors never to be seen in exam rooms before or after surgeries long before I ever worked in a hospital.
So, some of the logistics might not line up with reality, but the characters are still as close to real to me as they can get.
One of the lessons my Elliot has been learning in kindergarten is the difference between fiction and non-fiction. Maybe I need to go to school with him one day?
Originally published on ovparent.com.