'instead of making me better, U keep making me ill'

Dear Grey's Anatomy,

Hi! Let me just start off by saying I love you. You didn't have to make me say it, but I'm sayin' in. I love you. I didn't want to. Nope. I pretended you didn't exist for two seasons. You didn't sway me with that whole Patrick "McDreamy" Dempsey thing. I mean, nice try and everything, but I held strong. In the end, however, I suppose I was weak. I think you knew I would be. You and peer pressure ganged up on me, GA. In the course of one lazy week, I devoured the entire first two seasons on DVD. Hook, line and sinker. I'm a sheep, GA. And yeah, some of it was because of that "McDreamy" thing. That was smart thinking, GA.

But wow, GA, it's like all of a sudden, you want to remind people that you're a drama set in a hospital, and not just some "who's doing who in the on-call room" free for all. Because seriously, in my opinion, the gore level is off the charts lately! Seriously! (Thanks for injecting 'seriously' into the lexicon of my vocabulary, btw!) And this is from the girl who freeze-framed that bomb squad guy blowing up after Meredith handed him that cannon ball from that episode in season 2. You know the one. Not only did I freeze-frame it, but I watched it over and over again. In slow motion. Then capped it off with the "how we blew that dude up" piece in the DVD extras.

I've watched surgeons lift the faces off patients on Discovery Health while I've been dining on a plate of spaghetti and not been swayed. I can handle the gore thing. But my God, the last couple weeks with you? It's been tough! First you give me the whole "pencil through the eye socket, but wait! let's see the bulging brain!" thing one week, and then the next you make my quirky crush, Seth Green (I heart you, Robot Chicken), erupt like a freakin' geyser. I seriously covered my face, peeked through my fingers, and screamed "Sweet baby Jesus!"

And then I rewound the DVR and watched it again. And again gave a shout to the Christ child. Because I'm not kidding. I love Seth Green. So yeah, there's that.

You had me at Denny Duquette, GA. You might recall that story line. Not a lot of blood shed. Just tears, glorious tears. When are you going to make me cry again, GA? When?

Anyway, just thought I'd touch base with you. You know I'm not going anywhere, even though I do have a bit of a beef with the whole 'McDreamy/McSteamy' suddenly being BFFs, the thought of Izzie and George together makes me want to grab that No. 2 pencil and gouge at my own eyes, and every time I see Dr. Hahn on screen, I think about putting the lotion in the basket, but I'll get over it.

Because I love you, GA. There. You made me say it again.

Seriously,

Me