Sunday, November 17, 2013

Reality TV (Or, Millennial Hospital)

While channel surfing, I stumbled upon the latest reality TV abomination: MTV’s Scrubbing In.  The show follows a gaggle of bimbo (and himbo) traveling nurses working at an Orange County hospital.  

I couldn’t bear to watch.  I much prefer a little playlet I posted a while back about the future of medicine, which seems to have arrived sooner than anticipated.  Here it is again, for your reading pleasure:


I have this recurring scenario which runs through my head whenever I think of the day when I must entrust my health to today’s youth.  It goes something like this: I’m undergoing a major procedure, let’s say open heart surgery.  My life depends upon a successful outcome.  And the next-oldest person in the OR is twenty years my junior…



Scene: The Operating Room. 

Time: The not-so-distant future. 


The PATIENT is already prepped and on the table.  Enter DR. CHELSEA, DR. TIFFANY, DR. TODD, NURSE BRITNEY, and NURSE JOSH.


DR. CHELSEA


 Dr. Todd, is the patient anaesthetized and ready?


DR. TODD


Yeah, we good.


DR. TIFFANY


Wait…Chelsea, have you, like, ever done this procedure before?  Do you even know what to do?


DR. CHELSEA


(Scoffs)

Huh, yeah!  I totally looked it up on Wikipedia!

  

DR. TIFFANY

Oh, wow! That’s such a great idea!  I’m so doing that next time!


DR. CHELSEA


(Smugly)

Yeah, well, that’s why I was first in my medical school class!

(Turns to NURSE BRITNEY)

Scalpel, please. 

(NURSE BRITNEY seems distracted as she hands DR. CHELSEA the scalpel.)

What’s wrong, Britney?

  

NURSE BRITNEY

(Tearfully, her voice quavering…)

It’s Dr. Jared.  He…he…unfriended me on Facebook!  I…I…just don’t know what to d-d-do…

(NURSE BRITNEY’s voice trails off into a sob.  She buries her face in her hands.  DR. CHELSEA, overcome with shock, suddenly drops the scalpel.  It lands with a clatter on the instrument tray.)


DR. CHELSEA and DR. TIFFANY


(In unison…)

Oh…my…god!!!  What a jerk!

  

DR. TODD

(Scoffing)

Huh, Jared!  What a pantload!  You could do way better.

  

NURSE BRITNEY

(Sniffles, smiles behind her facemask)

Thanks, guys!


NURSE JOSH


(Abruptly, in an alarmed tone)

Aw, dude!  Check it out!  The patient’s vitals are slipping!

  

DR.  CHELSEA

(She is clearly annoyed by the interruption)

Josh, WTF!  Can’t you see Britney’s upset?  Stop being such an asshole, okay?

  

NURSE JOSH

I’m just sayin’…

DR. TIFFANY


 Yeah, well, save it for later.  The patient’s not going anywhere.  And Britney’s hurting now!


(There is a loud, steady tone as the PATIENT suddenly flatlines.  DR. CHELSEA turns around, clearly agitated.)


DR. CHELSEA


What now? Can’t this guy leave us the hell alone for two seconds?


NURSE JOSH


Aw, weak!  He’s dead!


DR. TODD


What a dick!  He could’ve at least waited a coupla minutes before bailin’ on us.

  

DR. TIFFANY


Hey, wait, this means we’re done for the day!  Let’s go out tonight!

  

DR.  CHELSEA


Omigod, that’s great!  I just bought a low-cut dress that totally shows off my new tattoo!

(DRS. CHELSEA and TIFFANY grasp each other by both hands.  They jump up and down in unison)

Omigod!  Omigod!  Omigod!  A-i-i-i-e-e-e-e-e!


NURSE BRITNEY


And let’s go to the beach tomorrow!  I just got a new thong and a bikini wax!  I am so ready to forget Jared and meet some new guys!


(DRS. CHELSEA and TIFFANY begin jumping and squealing again.  NURSE BRITNEY joins in)


DR. TODD


(Jerks his thumb toward the now deceased PATIENT)

Uh, what about this choad over here?


DR. CHELSEA

(Sighs disgustedly, snapping off her surgical gloves)

Oh, him.  I don’t know…just call it, already.


(Exit DRS. CHELSEA and TIFFANY and NURSE BRITNEY, shaking their heads in annoyance at having been inconvenienced)


DR. TODD


(Motions toward NURSE JOSH)

Dude, like, cover him up or something!


(NURSE JOSH carelessly throws the sheet over the PATIENT’S head)


So, like, what’re you doin’ tonight?


NURSE JOSH


I’m goin’ to a rager over at my cousin’s place.  He’s got this DJ playin’ there, name’s DJ Spazzz.


DR. TODD

Yeh-yeh-yeh!  I heard of him! 


NURSE JOSH


Yeh-yeh-yeh!  This dude’s, like, off the chain, yo!  You comin’?



DR. TODD


Ai’ight!


NURSE JOSH


S-w-e-e-e-t!  We outta here!


(DR. TODD and NURSE JOSH pull out their phones and begin texting intently as they amble towards the door.  Exeunt.  Fade to black…)



Fade to black, indeed…


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