[分享]WashPost: Real life doctors dissecting Grey's Anatomy

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'Grey's Anatomy': Real-Life Doctors Dissect the Drama

By Jennifer Frey
Washington Post Staff Writer
Thursday, March 29, 2007; C01



Scene: Morning. Derek "McDreamy" Shepherd is waking up in bed next to fellow doctor Meredith Grey. Izzie Stevens bursts in -- wearing only a towel -- and starts complaining about another doc who just walked in on her in the bathroom.

Ben Gbulie, chief resident at Howard University Hospital, is incredulous.

"Do you realize there is one attending [doctor] and three residents in the same bedroom right now? In the morning?? And one of them is half-naked?!"

Gbulie and some fellow real-life interns and residents have gathered to watch a recent episode of ABC's hit medical drama, "Grey's Anatomy." The show's interns at fictional Seattle Grace Hospital practically all live together in one big house, where bed-hopping is a sport and drunken bacchanals are de rigueur.

"Um, noooo, my life isn't really like that," Gbulie says.

But it's so nice to live vicariously.

Joining Gbulie are residents and interns in orthopedic surgery, ophthalmology, podiatry, general surgery and a trickle of others who wander in and out of the room at Howard, all on-call, many of them 15 hours into their shifts. Amid their harried work lives, it's not easy to be a regular "Grey's" watcher, but they're likely -- even from casual watching -- to know more personal details about the characters on "Grey's" than they do about each other.

"Sure, we all have stories," says sixth-year resident Vanessa Ngakeng.

"But," Gbulie breaks in, "we leave them at the [front] door."

"Grey's Anatomy" is the nation's most popular non-reality program -- emphasis on "non" -- and it definitely stirs some chatter in hospital hallways, lounges, cafeteria.

It's addictive. So when members of the Howard group watch the show, many get sucked in despite the soap-opera drama. Or, often, because of it.

"It's not about the medicine," Ngakeng says. "It's entertainment."

* * *

First-year intern Loiy Mustafa is studiously quiet while watching the show at Howard, unfamiliar with the plot's ins and outs. So, for his benefit and perhaps yours, a quick recap:

McDreamy (played by Patrick Dempsey) and Meredith, the Grey of the show's title (Ellen Pompeo), finally have settled into a relationship. Burke (Isaiah Washington) and Cristina (Sandra Oh) are engaged. And both of those relationships are between attending physicians and their interns.

"Sleep with an attending?" Ngakeng says. "No way."

Isaiah Washington made headlines this season when he used a homophobic slur to refer to cast mate T.R. Knight (who plays George), prompting Knight to come out in People magazine, and causing actress Katherine Heigl (Izzie) to rise to Knight's defense. As a result of the incident, Washington went into inpatient counseling.

"I heard about that," says first-year resident Gautam Siram, momentarily looking up from obsessive checking of his PDA. "That's like rehab for bullies."

Heigl, meanwhile, is in a public snit over her contract renegotiations.

"How much do they make an episode?" podiatrist Michangelo Scruggs wonders out loud. Speculation in the group jumps as high as $1 million.

In real life, Dempsey and his wife just had twins. And Chandra Wilson, a.k.a. Dr. Bailey, won a Screen Actors Guild Award.

"Which one is Bailey?" Gbulie asks. She's the one known as "the Nazi," he's told. It's the character closest to himself, a late-year resident, shepherding the interns. Judging from room reaction, she's one of the favorite characters because, unlike the attendings (who are too busy sleeping with their charges), she keeps the interns in check.

The group's response gets more and more lively as the show progresses.

So, unlike George, you guys wouldn't get to scrub in on an appendectomy on your first day of residency?

"The first day, you don't even know how to hold a scalpel," Ngakeng says.

And all the show's back-talking of superiors?

"The way they talk to the attendings is just wrong," Scruggs says.

How about dating a patient? Several residents respond:

"No way." "It's not allowed." "You could you lose your license."
Scruggs, the podiatrist, has a somewhat different take.

"The thing is, after seeing a patient in a certain way, I don't want to see anything else.

"But I deal with feet."

* * *

Many lascivious scenes later, Dr. McDreamy -- who is a neurosurgeon -- has to open up a patient and perform something a cardiothoracic surgeon would actually do. The room is riveted.

Gbulie: "He's aspirating . . . That's good TV!"

Scruggs: "Thumbs up!"

For all the craziness in the way "Grey's" depicts their day-to-day experiences, the residents do agree that the terminology and medical procedures are pretty accurate. Most of the time.

But then, there are TV "sweeps" months, when good ratings are a must and the writers get a little carried away. Like, an intern gets to drill holes -- with an industrial drill -- into the head of a patient trapped under a car because of a ferry accident.

* * *

Among the interns, three of the show's story lines were voted the most entertaining:

No. 3: Code Black! There's live ammo in a patient's body, Meredith's got her hands on it, and unless the hottie-hot bomb squad guy (Kyle Chandler of "Friday Night Lights") can disarm it, the whole operating room might explode!

Gbulie: "The live grenade episode. I saw that one! That's not comparable with real life, but I thought it was a beautiful story."

Siram, sarcastically: "Very realistic. And the dude [Chandler] blew up in the end. I think that was the most realistic part."

No. 2: Izzie cuts the (incomprehensible medical acronym alert!) LVAD wire! Izzie endangers her patient (and fiance) by cutting the wire to his heart pump in order to make him "sicker" -- so he'll move up the transplant list. He gets the heart, but dies anyway. And she doesn't even get fired!

Ngakeng: "She kills her patient, and she's back at work!"

Gbulie: "She'd so be in jail."

And the absolute favorite, from a three-episode arc in February:

No. 1: Meredith rises from the dead! Meredith drowns, McDreamy pulls her from the waters. Then, miraculously, she comes back to life, and immediately begins talking in that whiny voice of hers (which was inexplicably unaffected by having had a tube down her throat while she was . . . did we mention she was dead?) .

Siram: "They coded [tried to resuscitate] for like four hours."

Ngakeng: "No, like half a day."

Gbulie: "Then she was resuscitated and she got up a half-hour later."

Oh, and she went back to work practically the next day -- and threw an impromptu dinner party after her shift.

* * *

Scene: Izzie and George are sitting on the floor of the house, drinking from a large bottle of whiskey, pouring shots.

So what happens after the shift at Howard? Do you guys head out together, and hang out for hours, drinking booze and bonding?

"It's actually just us alone, sitting on the floor drinking," Siram jokes.

"All by ourselves!" Scruggs adds.

Now comes the final scene, which involves -- what else? -- two more people who shouldn't be together, naked in bed. As the show ends, the Howard residents get up, check their pagers and head out in different directions.

Time to go back to the ordinary, unsexy dramas of real medicine.

[karen]

I always say if I had to go under the knife, I don't ever want these doctors from Seattle Grace to operate on me! I am lying there in a life 'n dead situation, but the surgeon is more concerned of dealing with his gf and his soon-to-be exwife. What am I, chopped liver?

[Jun]

What am I, chopped liver?

You could be...

[Jun]

Seriously I find almost every medical show on TV to be utterly unwatchable (to me). The only show that gets hospital "right" (more or less) is Scrubs. House and Grey's Anatomy are atrocious!

[karen]

Yeah, but I sure don't want to watch a realistic show on medicine. Going to the doctors is bad enough, if I have to watch other people going to the doctors and doctors talking trash of patients, hmm, no thanks.

[Jun]

I'm going to quote Roger Ebert again: It's not what it's about, but how it's about it. Medical shows can be entertaining, like M*A*S*H* and Scrubs, and even the first season of Nip/Tuck. The cast do not have to all have sex with each other. There are plenty of fascinating and potentially cool stories to be told. But it's just hard to do, so the producers and writers cut corners and make up things that have no bearing on reality. The worst I've seen is Chicago Hope -- stupid abstract and polemic social issue-driven crap that was all in David Kelley's retarded brain.

Some very odious or mundane or icky or depressing subjects can be turned into successful entertainment, like the Miranda law and Hedeas Corpus in Law and Order, forensic biochemistry and entomology in CSI, politics in (the better days of) The West Wing, dirty violent cowboys and muddy streets and cursing whores in Deadwood, child abuse and family bickering in Judging Amy, and ... one of the most extraordinary examples I've seen -- Asperger's Syndrome in Law and Order: CI.

[karen]

Who is looking for inspiration from TV these days? Though I agree with you 100% that shows like Grey's Anatomy are the twinkies and vanilla coke of the food pyramid.

On the other hand, a show like M*A*S*H is special. That show is timeless. But still even the first couple seasons of M*A*S*H were all about getting hot 'n heavy with the nurses and drunken debauchery during R&R at Tokyo. Hawkeye and Trapper practically make the nurse unit their harem. It took a while for its tone to turn more serious and political minded.

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I know, but it's OK if it's done well (and considering the era...). Not cheap and stupid soap like GA or appauling fake medicine like House.

I don't watch House, but just from what I heard about Dr. House's addiction problem it makes me queasy.

Apparently one of the side effects of these miraculous fake medical shows is that patients now enter a hospital and demand real treatments "like what I see on TV" and want McDreamy doctors like House and that airhead pin-up Demsey.




I know there are a lot of GA and House fans here. My apologies if I offend you. Don't mind me -- I'm the nerd with whom you don't want to agree.

[Jun]

What a coincidence. Another real healthcare professional critiques TV medical shows. This time it's about House.

What pisses me off about House is the hypocrisy -- real life American hospitals and staff are being CRUSHED under a crumbling system, yet these pretty brilliant happy witty actors run around on TV giving the public a false sense of "everything is going great" and "an addicted physician is perfectly safe to patients." Give me a break.

You would probably tell me, "Calm down. It's just TV." I don't need to tell you how many people of the general public believe everything they are told on TV and mistaken it for reality. Especially since most people are not familiar with the world of modern hospitals, yet their opinions influence their politicians who vote for cutting Medicare funding and pocketing bribes from the lobbists -- with money from pharma and insurance industry.

And SCRUBS proves that accurate, authentic medical shows can still be humorous and entertaining without feeding the audience CRAP.

Salon.com

The Beautiful Hospital
In "House," impossibly gorgeous physicians miraculously diagnose rare diseases in every episode. Where I work as a nurse, in the Ordinary Hospital, sometimes there's not even a doctor in the house.
By Sallie Tisdale

Apr. 04, 2007 | Like a lot of people who work in healthcare -- I'm a nurse -- I started watching "House" because of the mysterious diseases involved. Everyone loves a rare disease. And I was perversely charmed by the title character's nastiness. House says the kind of things I sometimes want to say -- mostly, to doctors. (Dr. Weber: "I know I know you." House: "Sure you do, Dick." Weber: "The name's Phillip." House: "Oh, my bad. Something to do with your face. I always think your name is Dick.") I kept watching in spite of his flamingly litigious behavior: He calls one patient "Mrs. Nympho" and says of a Chinese woman, "Not the sharpest chopstick in the drawer, is she?" I watched for a whole season, in spite of knowing that the crude passes, Internet porn and Vicodin addiction meant that any doctor like him would be both bankrupt and imprisoned.

But I'm frustrated now. I call "House's" world the Beautiful Hospital. There are the wide, bright hallways, miles of floor-to-ceiling glass, and the many private, luxurious patient rooms (none of which appear to belong inside the hulking brick institution seen in the bird's-eye credits). Mostly it is a Beautiful Hospital because it is staffed almost entirely by a trio of gorgeous and impossibly brilliant physicians. No one else works at the Beautiful Hospital except a few secondary gorgeous and brilliant doctors and an ever-changing cast of extras whose only job is walking down the hallways in scrubs.

By my incomplete count, the three handsome doctors who work under House -- Cameron, Chase and Foreman -- all sadly lacking a sense of humor, are educated in the entire gamut of medical specialties, from brain surgery to dermatology to obstetrics. Their patients have diseases like adrenoleukodystrophy, cervical spondylosis and Miller-Fisher syndrome; a surprising number wind up getting experimental surgeries, organ transplants and drugs not on the FDA-approved list. (On "House," the correct diagnosis always follows a lot of wrong ones and the patient's near death at the hands of the brilliant diagnosticians.)

They are also trained as phlebotomists, bacteriologists, geneticists, nurses (all specialties), pharmacists, a three-person advanced cardiac life support team, CT technologists, radiologists, MRI technologists, hyperbaric chamber technicians, respiratory therapists, social workers, epidemiologists, substance abuse counselors, polysomnographic technologists, organ transplant coordinators, immunologists, chaplains, pathologists and private detectives. The last stems from their weekly unauthorized and wholly illegal forays into the garbage cans, dresser drawers and bathroom cabinets of their patients, a behavior I have never actually seen a doctor engage in before.

I'm surprised they don't fix the air conditioning as well, but I guess they have to delegate something.

Last week, I worked an evening shift at the hospital. I had four patients under my care in the oncology unit where I have worked for several years. One, struggling with a tumor in his liver, merely had the problems of pain control and nausea with which I am intimately familiar. Another was a woman in her 70s dying of kidney failure. (Many of the hospital's dying patients are transferred to our unit for their last days.) A man in his 40s had severe abdominal pain of unknown origin and was going through tests. An elderly man was slowly recovering from the severe side effects of the treatment of his renal cell cancer.

Ours is not a Beautiful Hospital. We can call it the Ordinary Hospital, at least in accommodations. Two of the patients shared a room, which meant sharing the sounds and smells of vomiting and pain. There are no walls of glass here. The rooms are small and rather cramped, and the thermostats don't work all that well. My pager tends to go off at awkward moments. There are no private offices for conferences with family members, who sometimes weep in the hallways. We are short on impossibly good-looking and inhumanly skilled diagnosticians.

I was helping the man with the liver tumor to vomit when one of the respiratory therapists came in and told me the man with renal cancer had a fast, irregular heartbeat. I looked him over and then called the doctor, who that night was in fact a nurse practitioner. Another nurse looked up his records for me. We decided to watch him closely, and when his heart was still flailing away a half-hour later, I ordered an EKG, which was done by the same respiratory therapist who'd first noticed the problem. More phone calls, more consultation, and then I had new medication orders for the pharmacist and a long report for the next nurse.

Several of us were involved. None were doctors.

I compare "House" to "ER," another drama I used to watch regularly. "ER" is the Ugly Hospital. There are actually nurses working there, as well as orderlies, secretaries and janitors. Some of the staff are even obese and bald and pockmarked, just like the rest of us. There is a high rate of drug abuse and suicide attempts among the staff, perhaps due to the epidemic of promiscuous partner-swapping. (The staff on "ER" have always had a disturbing tendency to be distracted by their sex lives during livesaving procedures -- "Lidocaine, stat! And where did you get that hickey?")

I was fond of the helicopter-blade amputation; I liked Kerry's malleable limp, and George Clooney can get excited about my kid's cold anytime. But I got tired of the whining ("I can't believe you kissed her! Lidocaine, stat!") and the ceaseless parade of crazy, violent, manic, weeping, infectious, tragic and critically ill people coming through the doors. Most emergency rooms don't have quite the same traffic. Over time the janitors and secretaries have faded out and a lot of the nurses seem to have quit, and the ones left have gotten suspiciously thin and blond. And even though it is definitely the Ugly Hospital, none of the doctors is obese or pockmarked.

I fondly remember "St. Elsewhere," one of the first television shows I ever watched regularly. It was inevitably focused on the doctors, but they were ordinary-looking people, not very charming and definitely not brilliant, and they tended to freak out if the nurses weren't there to save their asses half the time. Some of the nurses were really bitchy, too, and a few were downright brilliant.

Too bad it all turned out to be a dream.

Last Friday night, my patient with abdominal pain kept getting worse. The X-ray technician trying to get a study of his bowel called me down from the 5th floor to the basement twice. I finally called the hospitalist -- a real hospital-based doctor, kind of a Pretty Doctor but not quite a superhero -- who told me to call the general surgeon, who was at that time in surgery and to whom I relayed a message by way of one of the surgical nurses. The surgeon showed up an hour later, breezily told the patient he wanted to "open him up and see what's going on," and left. With the help of two other nurses, I got him ready for surgery in an hour. As he was being wheeled out by the transport orderly, the Pretty Doctor appeared to say good luck.

No brilliant diagnoses. Not even a good guess.

During all this -- which was not, in fact, an unusual shift; oncology patients are by definition unstable and the ones in the hospital tend to be quite sick -- three other nurses were caring for their own patients, all needy in completely different ways. A fourth nurse was filling in as our aide, helping with vital signs and blood sugars. A secretary answered the phone, directed visitors, put in computer orders and managed the charts. Transporters came and went. The IV therapy nurse appeared to help with a stubborn line. The physical therapy assistants exercised with a few people. A pharmacist prepared chemotherapy and dealt with the nurses' constant requests. A housekeeper hurried to clean the rooms left by two discharged patients, to make way for the next admission.

Meanwhile, the woman in Room 21 had sunk into unconsciousness. Her breathing was ragged and her legs swollen with fluid. I was in and out of the room frequently, turning her, checking the morphine drip, and mostly checking in with the husband, son and daughter, who kept a continual vigil by the bed. The chaplain visited for a while. Another nurse helped me position her and get her cleaned up once.

I dashed into the IV room, and the pharmacist told me a joke.

"There was this fisherman and he was up in Alaska, trolling for halibut, and here comes a wave and over he goes. Next thing he knows, he's in heaven. Man, everything is great! There's a big cafeteria and the buffet line has all of his favorite foods. So he's moving along with his tray when this guy in a white coat shoves him aside and cuts in.

"'Hey!' the guy says. 'Who do you think you are?' But St. Peter comes over and says, 'Ssh, that's God. Sometimes he likes to pretend he's a doctor.'"

The woman in Room 21 died at the end of my shift. No doctor had appeared. No doctor had even called.

The real message of medical shows is that brilliance goes hand in hand with emotional retardation. While this may be a debatable point, it has little to do with medicine as it is usually practiced. Most of the physicians I know are easy to work with -- oncologists, by default, tend to be at ease with teamwork. They are collaborative and respectful and although a few are quite handsome, they fall short of model status. (Wilson, House's oncologist friend, is played by Robert Sean Leonard. If only.) My biggest objection to medical shows is not that the doctors on television do their jobs brilliantly, but that they do everyone else's jobs, too. And my objection to doctors in the real world is a little like that. I sometimes wonder just how much doctors know about what goes on over the course of a day in their patients' difficult lives -- how many people are involved, how much we need each other.

I guess a lot of people are watching "Grey's Anatomy" now. Maybe I'm burned out, but another soap opera about surgeons just doesn't grab my attention. You have the gorgeousness, the sexy nurse, people bursting in on critical procedures ("How could you stand me up like that?" "Lidocaine, stat!"), the pop song ending over scenes of each stunted character staring out a window -- it just doesn't seem new at all.

The medical show I really like is "Scrubs." It's full of chaos, anger and fear, and no particular brilliance at all. Just struggle and good intentions and richly imagined fantasies of lust and revenge. Like my world.

I still watch "House" -- sometimes with a little amusement, a lot of frustration at others. Of course, we're supposed to understand that Dr. House is a lonely, bitter man with chronic pain and intimacy issues and blah, blah, blah. At the Not-So-Ordinary Hospital, I engage in an extraordinary task with the help of a lot of extraordinary people who never get to be the central characters in television shows. "Ray Power -- X-Ray Tech"? "Cases From the Central Venous Catheter Lab"? I don't think so -- not many rare diseases. "Chaplain Jones"? I can only wish.

Those are some great stories, but they aren't going to make it into a 50-minute show.