I enjoy watching medical shows. Not the real stuff like on the Discovery Channel; that makes me sick. I'm talking about medical dramas that have fake surgeries and romance like "Grey's Anatomy." (Great, great show).
My husband isn't quite as big a fan of these type of shows because almost every Thursday night as we're going to bed, I try to convince him that I have some type of rare disease. (I'll admit that I have a very minor self-diagnosed condition of hypochondria). A couple of weeks ago, I was positive I had a tumor, but I was sure that Dr. McDreamy, or someone equally as charming, could save me. My husband had to remind me that Patrick Dempsey isn't actually a doctor and if I was dying, he couldn't do a thing to save me.
I'm sure that if Patrick Dempsey was a real doctor, he would get all of his promotional items like scrubs and retractable badge holders from me.
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