Monday, May 15, 2006

Hypotheticals are fun...unless someone is going to die.

Let's say hypothetically I was a doctor; a surgeon. And I fell in love with a patient who needed a heart transplant. I don't think I would almost kill him so he could get a heart. And if I did, I would certainly make sure the cardiologist wasn't lying in the parking lot with a gun shot wound in case anything went wrong.

But that's just me.

2 comments:

Murph said...

somebody living vicariously thru Gray's Anatomy?

Meg said...

Well, I have to say, I was beginning to like Izzie, but she went nutty last night. Plumb nutty.