Hi. My name is Chris. This is my wife, Rhiannon. We are addicted to Grey’s Anatomy.**
We started watching it 10 days ago, when we were still on vacation in North Dakota. 32 episodes later…
We might have a problem.
Thankfully, there is an end in sight. Unlike some addictions (painkillers, alcohol, going to bad karoke bars), this one is finite in its course. It will burn bright, like the sun, for its short life before going out in glory.
We are running out of episodes. As of this Thursday, we will only have 15 episodes remaining. Counting today and continuing at our current pace, we will run out of new material sometime this coming weekend. And I don’t know exactly how I feel about that.
I should feel glad. It is a girly show, with feelings and romance and drama, but it is also a medical show with surgeries and blood. And drama. And I like it. Rhiannon does too. We’ve started talking a little like some of the characters. We’ve started talking to the characters as we watch the show, and discussing what about the different personalities we find appealing and what is annoying. And what we might do in there situations.
I’d like to say we both realize it is a TV show. Those people are actually actors who don’t know how to perform surgery. Their real lives are not like the lives of the people on the show, except for maybe the dog.
Never mind – the dog probably is only acting like a dog because that’s what he was being paid to do. He probably works out and plays basketball with Air Bud in his free time.
Anyway, we haven’t decided if we are going to start watching the show on a weekly basis once we are caught up with all the past episodes. If you ask me, I think we will. From what I understand, quitting cold turkey isn’t easy. It takes hard work and strong will power, and we watch most of our news on that channel already so we see previews quite often.
I don’t think we’re strong enough.
But I don’t really want to be.
** I would like to take this opportunity to thank Tricia, Rhiannon’s younger sister, for getting us hooked. 17 years old and already pushing addictive products on unsuspecting friends and family. Real classy. You have a bright future ahead of you. I bet your parents are proud… Seriously. It's McShameful.