How many people actually became doctors thanks to Grey's anatomy?

[LuisWilliams]

However, if they have the expectation that they are going to be tossing back their Tawny mane of Hair, thrusting out their impossibly perky breasts and giving a come and get me smile as they fall into to the supply closet to have jungle sex with a super hot resident they are going to be sorely disappointed.

It’s more like…

“Ugh, I’ve been up for thirty hours”. Sneak a smell of own armpits.

Tell nurse, “I had a heck of a time getting the central line into that poor guy, this afternoon. Finally got it and he thanked me by barfing on my new navy pumps, ruining them. Navy is so hard to find. Sigh.” She commiserates.

Admit a couple more patients. The hospitalist’s usual fascinating triad of diagnoses,-soft call chest pain, alcohol withdrawal, nursing home placement.

Deal with patient that is withdrawing from drugs in four point restraints who is calling me a bitch. (Sir, puhleeeze, show some respect, that’s Dr. Bitch, to you.) Do not feel urge to thrust out impossibly perky breasts.

Day old, mascara is making my eyes feel gritty. If I rub my eyes it will only get worse. I can’t see patients looking like a half blind psychotic raccoon.

Run to call room, at midnight, in between emergencies.

Ok, not especially tawny hair in pony tail, contacts out, sneakers and scrubs on. That’s much better.

Off to see new admission. Lean over patient to examine him. Feel his hand on my behind. Remove hand and place it on his lap. “Here, I’m returning this to you. It’s tried to run off and cause trouble. Let’s make sure that doesn’t happen again.” Does not occurs to me to have sex with him in the aforementioned supply closet.

Eat luke warm yogurt that has been sitting at nurses station for two hours while admitting septic, diabetic patient in heart failure to ICU.

Out of town relatives from the man in 203, have arrived . They have not talked to local family members but want to change the plan of care at 2 am.

Do more admissions. GI bleed, pneumonia, pancreatitis, cellulitis, PE.

Nurse calls. Guy with pancreatitis is getting very hypotensive. Transfer to ICU. See no reason to give him, or anyone else, a “come and get me.” smile.

Cross call on emergencies, very low blood sugar, uncontrolled pain, sun downing elderly man.

Sun downing man wants to know why I am in his house. Try to console him. He bites me.

Examine bite. Ok, I’m good. Did not break the skin this time.

Catch up on documentation, LOTS of documentation.

Flag down my resident as he hurries by. “I need you to take this next admission.”

Don’t care if he is “super hot” or not. He could look like a troll,for all I care. As long as he deals with the agitated patient who is wandering in the corridor with no pants on, we’re good.

Code blue. Run to room. Nurses have grabbed the crash cart. Work on resuscitation for 30 minutes. Patient does not sit up, ready for her close up, and thank me. Patient dies.

Seek out recently deceased patient’s family. Feel terrible about delivering the bad news. Do it anyway.

Finish shift.

Run home to wonderful adorable husband who has no resemblance to Dr. McDreamy.

Love it all. Return next day and do it again.