Med school has ruined my ability to combine my love of medicine and mystery. While watching a medical mystery show, the woman coyly suggest to check chromosome 4 for a CAG repeat. THANKS A LOT. I had to learn that one.
So when she smuggly discloses at the end of the show that the murdered husband's odd behavior was due to Huntington's disease, I am far from impressed. I diagnosed that 30 minutes ago!! And those tests take waaay longer than that! Not to mention the totally geeky fact that this fictional character had a daughter who would now have a 50/50 chance of getting this same disease and suffering a slow, painful death at the ripe old age of 45. Yea, lady. You're a real hero!
I realize that my geekiness is reaching new heights and I must learn to adapt. So I've considered my options.
1: not watch medical dramas
2: get over the fact that they obviously didn't finish reading the Wikipedia article on their disease.
3: perfect my angry letter writing skills.
