Addicted to the Idiot Box

TV antenna MelbourneI’m not really one for documentaries, but they can interest me on the odd occasion. Maybe it’s a med-student thing. I see something about gross medical procedures and I’m all like ‘sign me up!’. It’s basically studying, yeah?

This one wasn’t anywhere near the levels of grossness that I’ve seen in the past, but it was so hair-raising that I just had to give it a go. It was a docu-drama, actually. It was called Shame of Groans, and it was all about the effects on your body if you force yourself to go into work while you were feeling ill. Lots of people do it because they’re workaholics, and it really takes a toll after a while.

Thing is…my TV signal is out. I’ve scoured Melbourne for antenna repair because I NEED to find out what happens, and my housemate said that I can just look it up on the internet but they clearly don’t understand. I may be a millennial, but I’m old-fashioned. There’s a scintillating thrill to watching something as it comes out, at the time of airing, at the same time as everyone else who’s doing the same thing. I can imagine this is how people felt in the fifties, when television was new and everyone rushed home at the end of work to watch something politically-incorrect, because that’s all that was on TV at the time. It’s a thrill. Yep, maybe I was born in the wrong generation or something.

Stupid docu-drama, getting me hooked. At this point I’ll end up binge-watching it online, breaking all my principles, not getting any sleep and going into uni feeling terrible. And then I shall have the shame of groans. But it’s not going to happen, if I find myself a decent TV antenna in Melbourne. I like the show, but I don’t want to be a part of it, if you know what I mean.