Un Vacuous: Paging Dr McSteamy, McDreamy and George Clooney!

I've always wondered why I never got into watching "Grey's Anatomy", "ER", "House" or any other variations of those long and winded medical tv shows. I realized yesterday, as I sat waiting in the emergency room that I really don't like hospitals at all. Ironic because as a kid, I always thought that I would someday grow up to become a doctor. Neither happened. I didn't grow (well only a little) and I'm in the thriving mortgage industry (notice the sarcasm and the snortfest in between the line). The best laid plans gone a wry!

I drove my sister Joan to the emergency room late in the afternoon yesterday because she was having difficulty breathing. After all the blood work, CT scan and 24 hours of monitoring was said and done the results came back as a case of a really severe asthma attack. Whew! Not to discount the severity of her situation but I'm glad it is only that. No weird complications or blood clot in her lungs. It's her STUPID and DISGUSTING smoking habit that sent her there this time around. SMOKING is SO bad for you! Yes, I'm talking to you too, Marge, Cecil and the rest of the pack rat! I'll get through you guys sooner or later.

As I sat in the gawd awful waiting room, flipping through the 2008 Christmas edition of Victoria's Secret catalog, I thought, Wow! Adriana looks so hot in that Teddy number... j/k. Actually, I was thinking about Dr's Mc Steamy, Mc Dreamy or the George Clooney's of the ER. Where the heck are they? The only McSteamy happening in the ER was the collective breaths from the wheezing, coughing and hyperventilating of the casualties fogging up the window! The happy faces of the actors on the show were replaced by the registration attendant who looked like she would also need to be admitted if she allowed herself even a crack of smile. The man in his forty's sitting quietly in the corner, face flushed and as he made his way to the bathroom walked ever so slowly with legs slightly bow legged, a hernia was my diagnosis. I've seen that look and walk before. The father rushing in to admit his 7 year old son who broke his left arm was crying out in agony. The little girl whimpering because she too also broke a bone, her pinky. It was so emotionally, mentally and physically draining to be surrounded with such energy. I finally crawled to bed at half past midnight and of course suffered through a night of fitful sleep.

For those of you who have known me for years know how mundane, predictable for the most part and habitual my life can be at times. All these unfortunate circumstances of late has forced me to juggle everything all at once and try not lose myself in the process. Here's what I'm realizing as I share this with you. Sudden catastrophies unite families, forces us to sit and stay put, possibly read a book, etc... Usually the damage is quick and the healing is what takes time. Yes, it sucks that such small tragedies occur and can sometimes off set us daily but I am happier already knowing all I have is healing ahead of me and that goes for the rest of the family as well.

By the way, I am aware that this world is huge. I am aware that I cannot possibly be aware of every sickness, accidents or mishaps. I understand there are families out there suffering worst problems and my heart sends out its message of peace, love and healing. But the next time you see me, a good tight hug or a pat on the back will be greatly welcomed, appreciated and reciprocated.

I hate to end this with doom and gloom so here's something completely random...

Hot friend: "I'm going to have duck confit sliders..."
Me: ... crickets ... thought bubble ..." Wow! Really? How can anyone ever eat this?"

Charlotte is human imprinted