(I watched a lot of TV and then my mind felt slow, inspiring this story.)
Scene: Doctor’s Office
Doctor (addressing Nurse prior to entering a patient’s room): Sir, hit me with the patient’s history.
Nurse: Sir, the patient’s family brought her in this morning. They had found her weeping while trying to hug the television. At the time, the TV was displaying the Netflix home screen. She is currently functioning at the mental capacity of a toddler. Her mother said that when they went to sleep last night, she was behaving normally. However, she had just discovered how to use the family’s Netflix account on their new television and was on her 3rd straight hour of comedy programming.
Doctor: And they just left her there?
Nurse: Yes, sir.
Doctor: Sir, what is this patient’s previous television viewing record?
Nurse: According to the family, the patient goes through bouts of extreme motivation, where she watches little to no television. However, during breaks from school or periods of emotional malaise, this motivation focuses on television and she consumes entire seasons of her favorite shows in days. She becomes inaccessible and irritable, insisting on complete solitude and/or demanding others watch with her. They told of one summer when she watched an entire season of True Blood in 3 days and would not “shut up” about it. They referred to it as “a scary time.”
Doctor: Television is not meant to be watched in this way. And what is her previous experience with Netflix, sir?
Nurse: Sir, she has never had access to unrestricted Netflix watching. The family thinks it may have caused her to lose her mind.
Doctor: They may be right, sir. She may be crazy. I feel we might be looking at another case of Netflix-induced mania. Shall we go in to see the patient? Do you have your rubber duckies and pipe cleaner handcuffs, just in case?
Nurse: Of course, sir. I am a nurse, sir, not an imbecile.
They enter the examination room, where the patient babbles, her mother hovering worriedly
Doctor (addressing the mother): Hi, thank you for waiting. I’m sure you’re quite concerned about your daughter. We’re going to do all we can to save her. As I once said: a mind is a terrible thing to waste.
Mother (anxiously): Doctor, what’s wrong with my daughter? Can you help her?
Doctor (assertively): We’re going to get to the illness of this bottom. Oops! I meant bottom of this illness. (laughs heartily.) Don’t you hate it when that happens! Anyways, I’ve dealt with cases like this before and almost cured them. She’s in good hands. (shows her his hands). These hands.
Nurse: (holding up his hands) And these hands.
How do the symptoms represent? Will the patient be cured? Can this happen to you? Some or all of these questions might be answered tomorrow, when the saga continues.
Ha ha ha. A “show of hand” for this story. Loved it! I think I better stock up on rubber duckies, pipe cleaners and handcuffs. I feel a Netflix coming on! 🙂
Sorry Linda, what exactly is in your queue that you need duckies, pipe cleaners and handcuffs as viewing accessories?!?
Seems normal to me!
I only hope this cautionary tale comes in time.
Oh, humanity, can you be saved???
Find out tomorrow! But the outlook is not great…especially since today a new show was discovered, courtesy of brother: Dr. Who.