Premiere's and hospital hot guys

The other night I went to dinner with a friend who mentioned when she gave birth recently, her hospital staff was incredibly, notably good looking. Remembering my last hospital experience —which I actually can recall in vivid, aching details—I couldn't say that I could relate. Then yesterday, I went to the hospital to visit Anita who had just had surgery on her shoulder and thought that while I was there I would check out the looks lay of the land. Not even through the doors, I encountered my first MD, not bad looking, but nothing to write home about. On the elevator, a new doc appears, this time a little fitter and definitely more chiseled. I get off the elevator and two scrubbists (no lab coats here, but looking like legit MD's) are chatting while waiting for the elevator. The male scrubbist was lean and long, with McDreamish hair and the female was petite, well-groomed and very glamorous. When I got to the recovery room, I updated Anita on my research and she said that her MD was so strikingly hot that she almost told him while trying to break out of her post-surgery, drug-induced haze. Next entered Anita's physical therapist, who was not only charming, but incredibly good-looking with his salt and pepper locks and impish grin. Finally, raiding the candy machine for some morsel to eat, I saw my final hospital Adonis. Picture this, Isaiah Washington, but buffer and less intense. Where were all over-tired interns with grey circles under their eyes and stodgy, balding MD's with pudgy bellies sticking out from under their stethoscopes? Has pop culture finally come barging in through the doors of this respectable profession too? Have the Izzies and McSteamies of TV Land normalized the bold and the beautiful entering the field of medicine, rather than pursuing more shallow career paths? I suddenly felt underdressed and even as I looked down sheepishly, my unmanicured toes seemed to stare back at me mockingly. Take me back to a time when hospitals were for the sick and afflicted and run by no-nonsense nuns, but be sure not to call me on Thursday September 27th 9/8c.