(Series 14, Ep.1) A new series, and not much has changed (it’s only been a week, after all), apart from a few people have had haircuts. Among them is Eddi. Frieda, who so often says what the rest of us have been thinking, asks her if she got tired of the helmet head look. I do love Frieda. I do love Eddi, too, now that Tedious Josh has wheeled off into the sunset. This week Eddi was required to hold her ruler of professionalism against Chrissie to see if she measured up. Chrissie is striving to be a Nurse Practitioner, whatever one of those is (I think it involves wearing a suit, like Mark “Jesus” Williams used to do), and this means she has to pass a module in emergency medicine. Since everyone pretends A&E doesn’t exist most of the time, this means AAU and Eddi.
But this was a sub-plot. The meat of the story (vegetarian options are available) concerned Henrik Hanssen’s continuing attempts to salvage what’s left of the hospital’s reputation following the Bogus Boobs Debacle. Sir Fraser (I know I should hate him, but I rather like his icy cold eyes) installed a small team of experts to scrutinise all the hospital’s doings. Luckily one of them was an ex nurse, and when he pitched in to help Hanssen in one of those inevitable “Can we have some help here!” moments in a basement corridor, he witnessed the skill and passion of Holby’s finest Swedish medic. He couldn’t help but be impressed.
Casualty fans may remember a while back when Adam Trueman’s “god complex” was illustrated via the medium of a fly trapped behind a glass. Holby treated us to a similarly heavy-handed animal-based metaphor last night when a bird flew at Hanssen’s window and apparently expired on the window sill. But wait! At the end we saw its wee wing flicker with life. This touching symbol must mean there’s hope for the hospital after all! Just as well, since there are 51 more episodes left in the series. On the subject of the hospital, Hanssen kept calling it Holby General yesterday. Has it always been Holby General? I thought it was Holby City. Anyway, Hanssen is the man who is, singlehandedly, going to save Holby Whatever Hospital. And he’s had a haircut, too.
Irish Dr Greg was all perky following his snog with Sahira Shah the Registrah last week, but she has now decided they are to be “just good friends.” Cue one very disappointed Irish medic. He did get to leap in an ambulance with her and do some life saving stuff. Was I alone in finding it peculiar that the paramedic who was with the patient didn’t utter a word. There was no, “Male, 18, gun shot wound to the chest, GCS was 13 at the scene, he’s a Gemini and he has a dog called Paul,” like paramedics usually do. This is what happens when you staff your ambulances with non-speaking extras.
And Funny Little Nurse Tait was back from bereavement leave (too soon, surely. Way, way too soon). She was involved in a lot of business about a nun who didn’t want to be a nun any more, and this helped her reach a decision in her own life. She’s going on holiday. That’ll put a smile on her face! Or not.
Next time: Hanssen’s under pressure, Sacha has a secret, and Chantelle dents Ric’s car.
Posted by PLA (more Holby City here)