(warning: spoiler alert)
I’ve never watched Grey’s Anatomy in my life. I don’t have any fiercely charged opposition to it … but considering the fact that i can get queasy when someone starts talking about veins or blood or intestines for more than five seconds, i figure it’s a safe decision to stay away from this particular show – no matter how many people and awards ceremonies give it props. However, i was totally drained from my first full week back to work, so when Hulu’s autoplay transitioned from How To Get Away With Murder to Grey’s Anatomy, i was – quite frankly – too lazy to get off my bed to turn the show off.
Somebody please tell me WHY – out of ALL the episodes from TWELVE SEASONS of that show – i just happen to watch the episode where someone fucking *dies* because their port implant (the one they had put in for their cancer treatment) got infected. First, Steph on The Fosters gets diagnosed with the same exact type of cancer i had, prompting her to have to get a double mastectomy … and now, four weeks later, i find myself once again dropping to the ground and bawling at some new fictional TV show character finding out she’s cancer-free after ten months of treatment (only to then turn around and die from an unexpected port infection). I’m watching my life’s events – real and imagined – play out on TV. It fucking sucks.
I think i’ll go get that *second* bowl of triple-flavored ice cream now.