There was an episode of ER that haunted me for years after the first time I saw it. It was about a happy lady and her husband who were expecting a baby. The lady became sick and over the coarse of the episode, the lady ended up dying. The storyline isn’t overly exceptional considering the fact that it’s ER; however, there was something about the way the episode was written, acted, filmed, etc. that burned the horrifying emotions into my brain.

Over the years I forgot that episode…but I recently purchased the first season of ER, and there it was. Half way through the episode, I realized that I was up for an emotional roller coaster and I just might end up traumatized again.

But it made me think…what those people saw in that ER during that episode was enough to put even the strongest human being into therapy. However, their life went on and they seemed relatively untouched by the incident. They aren’t given time to regain their balance of emotions…life just went on…

It made me think of the few hours I spent in the ER. What I saw was relatively minor…just the tip of the iceberg, but many of the memories will stay with me forever. The look of fear in the patients’ eyes, the wince of pain…the complete helplessness. I can only barely begin to describe how emotional that place was…

But it felt like I was the only one that noticed….

I suppose you have to turn off those emotions, or as I mentioned earlier, you would end up in extensive therapy.

Anyways…those were my thoughts as I bawled and bawled…with my eyes as large as saucers…horrified by what I was watching. I’m sure it will haunt me for another decade.

Some of the finest television I’ve ever seen.

As for real life, it’s been an interesting couple of days. Far from the excitement of the emergency room…Monday was an odd day. We had to practice giving sponge baths…on each other (not a complete bath. Just arms and legs). It was a very odd feeling. We also had to brush each other’s teeth. That was by far one of the oddest feelings I’ve ever experienced. It felt very uncomfortable, and I was surprised how much it invaded my personal space. More than being washed by someone else…strange…

Other than that I’ve just been studying my ass off. Like I said, I slacked off over the weekend, and now I’m screwed, so I’m desperately trying to catch up. I’m getting there.

Other than that…life is normal! Except my sister’s house is old and creepy. I don’t do well with old and creepy.

I’ll get by though….