Tonight was the series finale of one of my favorite shows, "Scrubs."
For many years, I've been entertained by the folks at Sacred Heart. The sheer goofiness was always a lot of fun, but make no mistake, this was not always about the comedy. As many times as I laughed out loud, I got all teary-eyed just as often.
This show was so well-written that it could take a serious situation and make it funny, and it could stop on a dime and turn a funny situation into something tragic. (The musical episode was excellent!) I spent many years working in the healthcare field, and believe me, that's a dead-on (so to speak) take of the whole thing. As often as you feel that you did something good and made a difference, there are way too many times when you can't do a thing to help. You just have to make up your mind that the good things make up for the sad things, and resolve to do your best every day, because even the little things can make a big difference for each patient.
That's why "Scrubs" always had a special place in my heart--despite all the jokes, they always did their best to do right by the patient.
The series finale was the usual silliness, with Dr. Cox telling his son a bedtime story about a fairy tale world populated by the folks at Sacred Heart. There was a happy ending to the fairy tale, with a patient getting the correct diagnosis...and all lived happily ever after.
I'll miss this show. It was a rare combination of humor and compassion, and in many ways, a fairly accurate portrayal of the sometimes gallows humor of working in the healthcare field.