(Series 13, Ep.41) Yes, I know there’s usually a puking extra or two on Holby, but there were loads of them in this episode. It was coming thick and fast. Or thin and fast. Fast, anyway. Sacha and Eddi were at a loss. “It’s not like normal food poisoning,” they kept sighing. What could it be? Who would work it out? Turned out it was lead poisoning, caused by wine dissolving the lead from some fakey antique cups. The person who worked it out was new girl Dr Lulu Hutchison. She may be teetering on high heels and getting non-speaking-extra nurses to bring her cups of coffee, yah, but she can put two and two together, diagnosis-wise. That’ll teach Eddi to make snap assumptions about people. Just because one looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, doesn’t mean one can’t also be a doctor.
But can one be both a mother and a doctor? This was the question Sahira Shah the Registrah was wrestling with, as she failed to really give 100% to her shiny new Cardiac Trauma Unit or her Adorable Son Indy, who was having a birthday. Her team of non-speaking extras from last week were apparently having a day off, so this week the CTU was staffed by Sahira and Jac, with Dr Oliver Valentine hanging around fairly uselessly in the background (Jac had him practising juggling 50p coins across his knuckles. It was partly a dexterity exercise and partly an exercise in Putting Junior In His Place).
Sahira seems intent on setting the cause of feminism back decades, such is her inability to separate home and work. When putting an emergency chest drain into a small boy, she had to get Jac to cover his face because she couldn’t cope with the fact that he was roughly of a similar gender and age as her son. Pull yourself to-freaking-gether, woman! At one point she got in such a state that she smashed up the toy ambulance she’d got Indy as a birthday present. When we saw it in pieces on Hanssen’s floor, we just knew he’d spend the rest of the day fixing it for her. He really is besotted. Once again, Sahira went wobbly in the operating theatre and Jac had to tell her to snap out of it, and once again she snapped out of it and did some suturing that “maybe only three surgeons in the world could have done,” (according to Jac), and once again we’re supposed to admire her and not think it’s all a bit rubbish because Jac is by far the superior surgeon anyway.
And where is Elliott? Has he been quietly shipped off to the mythical St James, or are they hiring at The Hadlington again? And has Frieda gone with him, wherever he is?
Funny Little Nurse Tait’s mother was brought into the hospital with a nasty infection and an advance directive saying not to make huge attempts to save her should the machines start going bleep. FLNT wasn’t happy with Ric, blaming him for the fire in which her mother was burned. But when the bleeping started, Ric wasn’t happy to leave her mother unsaved, and he dashed off to get Funny Little Nurse Tait to give him the go-ahead to save her mother’s life. It all prompted a bit of soul-searching on the part of FLNT. “I’ve been so angry,” she told him, her face registering its usually “mildly crestfallen” expression. Ric saved Mama Tait, and we left FLNT sitting by her bed, gently holding her hand. And looking mildly crestfallen.
Next time: Chrissie is frustrated with Dull Dan; Irish Dr Greg has a dark secret from his past; and Michael Spence employs “fliratatious” mentoring techniques with Lulu.
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