Nurse Jackie, that meshuggah medic who darkened the doorstep one dilemma at a time every Sunday evening on Showtime while all the while leaving you in stitches with her sitches for seven full seasons has finally received her marching and do not resuscitate orders- with the latter suggesting a decidedly more subjective statement. Is she is, or is she ain't? In one of the boldest climaxes the network has ever achieved, since the Masters of Sex series that is, and an ending that lingered for many of us and little doubt that it was the talk of water cooler town come Monday morning. Call it the curious case of the sweetest hangover, that you willingly may never get over. The antidote - I'll give you an A for ambiguous and is there a grade worthy of Edie Falco who for quite some time has been channeling the Cassavetes Age of Gena Rowlands and believe you me - I doesn't bandy such adulation about for just anyone.
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Oh Nurse Jackie you need not fret - you can take heart in knowing that you are out there somewhere in a medicine cabinet far away a' rummaging through and never missing a beat on your eighteen hour shifts and you were indeed a master creation though Showtime may just never have that recipe again.

