A review of this week's The Pitt — with spoilers — coming up just as soon as I change my bet to sinkhole...
Alan Sepinwall
When I went through my medical misadventures a few years back, the nurses would joke that the worst place for any sick person to be is a hospital. It's not just that you're at much greater risk of infection being around all the other sick people. It's that it can seem at times as if the body knows that so many doctors and nurses are around, and thus can decide it's okay to let the worst things happen, because those caregivers are there to try to fix it. There were hospital stints where I would seem to be on the mend one day, only to wake up the next as sick as I'd ever felt, and told my stay had been extended. On more than one occasion, I was sent home with a clean bill of health, and within a day or so, I was right back there. On one of those, we had to get back into the car about 10 seconds after I sat down on my couch after we drove home from the hospital.
I had to experience that on the patient end of things. This hour is about what it's like for a doctor like Langdon, who sees two patients — the waitress he treated near the start of his shift, and our old friend Louie — go unexpectedly south, after both seemed just fine.