After a big weekend (kind of lost track of Sarah Palin; I hope she made it out of town OK), it’s a bit night tonight as well, with the season premiere of Weeds (allowing me to catch a virtual contact buzz) and the series premiere of Edie Falco in Nurse Jackie on Showtime. Thanks to On Demand, we were able to watch Jackie last night. Over at the “Net for Nurses” bog, “Keith, RN” says the show “disappoints and demeans,” and he calls the show an “insipid dramedy…[that] does nothing to advance the cause of nursing in the eyes of the television audience.” I think Keith needs to pull the stick out of his ass. I thought the show was pretty funny, personally, and so did the nurse I was watching it with. And since when have TV shows been charged with the responsibility of “advancing the cause of nursing?”

Yo, Keith, lighten up dude. And, no, I do not want a sponge bath.

One of the big problems for the very serious nurses out there is that Jackie has a bad back and is addicted to painkillers like Oxycontin, Vicodin (which is acetaminophen and hydrocodone; how good can hydrocodone be if it needs to be cut with Tylenol?). Well, boo friggin’ hoo. If you’ve ever been around a hospital, you know that healthcare professionals are huge self-medicators. I’m not saying that they’re all drug addicts (far from it, of course), but they’re around pharmaceuticals all the time, and they all think they know everything and can dose themselves “safely” (especially doctors).

For instance, turns out the guy who used to be in charge of doing the autopsies where I work was using the morgue as a meth lab. A real pretty boy type with a spray tan. I wonder how he’s making out in prison these days?

Well, looks like I’m already running late here, so I reckon I’d better get a move on. Good Monday, y’all.