Every so often I torture myself in the early evening hours by watching “Trauma: Life in the ER.” It kills me every time — no one you’re led (through editing) to care about ever dies, but it usually reminds me to drive carefully.
I have a friend who spent so much time watching “The Operation” on TLC or whatever channel it was on that he said, “I feel confident that if called upon, I could do an emergency appendectomy.” I can’t say the same, but today I watched the doctors slice into some poor soul’s abdomen, blood spilling everywhere, and I said, “She’s going to lose that spleen.”
And she did.
But now Kate’s downstairs, so we’re watching “Wheel of Fortune,” preparatory to her new favorite show, “Jeopardy.” Now that Kate’s reading more on her own, we’re dispensing with story time every so often to wait for Ken Jennings to fall. Someday, our dream will come true. Fall, Ken, fall! You’re getting on our nerves.