(Series 13, Ep.40) It pains me to admit it, it really does, but my overriding feeling watching last night’s Holby was… irritation. Even the glorious Sacha was annoying, though he wasn’t the worst offender.
The Worst Offender prize goes to Sahira Shah the Registrah. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – we get the “passionate” thing. We do not need to see her cry, sweat and scream her way through a shift just to prove how much she cares. If that’s what a caring doctor behaves like, I’d much rather have the cool Jac Naylor – a little less emoting and a little more action, as Elvis Presley didn’t say.
The start of the episode had a weird atmosphere, like it was all going to turn out to be a dream or something. The camera angles were odd, the colours looked washed-out and there was a strange cast of non-speaking extras. These were Sahira’s new team members in her £50,000 Cardiac Trauma Unit. “Why could she not just ask Hanssen for a pony?” muttered Jac between clenched teeth, and that nicely summed the whole, unfair situation up. The CTU had a lovely new telephone that was supposed to ring to let Sahira know a patient was on the way, but when a woman was wheeled in with a lump of metal sticking out of her chest and bleeding profusely, Sahira flapped. The phone hadn’t rung! She didn’t have any notes! Oh, woe! “It’s emergency medicine,” said Jac. “Deal with it.”
Eventually – very eventually, and after a lot of histrionics – Sahira knuckled down, and even managed to save the patient when Jac had completely written her off. Was I alone in wishing the patient would die just to prove Jac right and Sahira wrong? She didn’t die, Jac was wrong, Sahira was right, and we were supposed to admire her tenacity, skills and that bloody passion. Jac, being a better woman than me, did admire those things. I just felt cross and irritated.
Elsewhere, Chrissie was all sulky with Malick for punching Dull Dan, and Malick was sulky with Hanssen for not letting him do operations. So Hanssen said he would let him in on a particularly juicy operation. You know that when a junior doctor is offered this kind of opportunity, something will happen to stop them getting to the theatre on time, and thus it turned out. Malick badly mishandled a mentally ill patient, who managed to get his hands on one of the many sharp objects that they’re fond of leaving around the hospital. So while he was meant to be helping Hanssen, Malick was busy stitching up bread-knife-inflicted wounds on his patient.
To complete a trilogy of tedious tales, Sacha had to decide between two junior doctors who both wanted Dr Penny Valentine’s job. One of them was brainy but with no people skills, and the other one was the daughter of Sir Fraser and had a pashmina. It was all a fine opportunity for Nurse Eddi McKee to practise her gurning skills and for Sacha to be sweet, accidentally offensive and inept. He chose the pashmina woman, though I was past caring by then.
Next time: Oh, deep joy. Funny Little Nurse Tait is back. And Sahira has to put work ahead of family. I can’t wait.
Posted by PLA (more Holby City here)