(Series 14, Ep.3) First of all, it’s good news for the metaphorical and actual bird who was last week living in Henrik Hanssen’s desk drawer. It has now graduated to a cage of its own, and is cheeping happily, until Hanssen throws a towel over it to keep it quiet. This is much how he treats his staff. Obviously the diet of bread and Swedish blood have done it the world of good, but I’m still a little nervous that it may fly into the window as soon as it feels ready to fly. Either that or we’ll have a poignant moment when we see it soaring across the rooftops of Borehamwood, accompanied by Eva Cassidy singing something heart-tugging.
Anyway, let’s not worry about that just yet. There’s Michael Spence to worry about first. Returning to Holby for a disciplinary hearing, he found his erstwhile colleagues were giving him the cold shoulder. At Holby, it’s not the done thing to look too ambitious. People don’t like it when Jac does it, and they don’t like it when Michael Spence does it either. His willingness to shaft his colleagues to get his plastics empire up and running has, understandably, miffed the likes of Ric Griffin and Elliott Hope, who are doctors by vocation rather than being in it for the glory or the cash. Of course, it’s perfectly possible to be motivated both by helping people and by being the best in your chosen field, and again this is where Jac and Michael are very similar, and what not everyone gets about them. But more of Jac later.
Michael was exonerated by the woman who’d been brought in to probe him, but when he was let loose on the wards again he didn’t find his path strewn with muffins and skinny lattes by adoring colleagues (it was Chantelle’s day off). When Ric had to deal with a bit of a tricky operation, Michael volunteered his services – he can clip & tie faster than anyone else, you know. Anyway, mid clip & tie he had one of those surgical crises moments where the machines go beep, pressures are dropping, and the surgeon is staring into space and looking confuzzled. I don’t want to think that this sort of thing happens in real life, but if it does I hope Ric Griffin is standing at the other side of the table ready to grab those clamps, remove that knackered kidney and save the day.
Michael Spence was about to take all the glory for saving the patient, but in the end he’s an honourable man and he didn’t. What he did do was tell Hanssen he was resigning. We know from experience that Hanssen won’t let anyone resign unless it was his idea first, so he insisted that Michael works his notice. Presumably this is to give him time to experience a mind-changing incident and stay. I hope.
Now to the deeply wonderful Jac Naylor, who was making Young Dr Oliver Valentine jump through hoops as usual. But we saw a softer side of the fragrant Ms Naylor when a paediatrician, who doubles as Jonah’s dad on Waterloo Road, asked her to take a look at a wee baby with a heart problem. Jac was all, well, Jac to begin with, but as time went on she rather warmed to the baby’s mother, who felt inadequate and was trying hard to do her best for the baby. Having come from a background of total parental abandonment, Jac could sympathise with someone who was actually trying to be a good mother. It’s lovely to see Jac’s warm and cuddly side. She’s even letting Young Dr Oliver Valentine take part in her therapeutic hypothermia project! (Is this where she treats a patient to an icy stare and scares them into getting better? Possibly).
This week Dull Dan managed not to kill or maim anyone (he’s getting the hang of this doctoring business), but he managed to really irritate Chrissie with his wedding planning. Chrissie, have a long, hard think about this. It’s not the wedding planning that’s annoying you, it’s the wedding planner. He’s all wrong.
And Goth Dr Frieda had a phone call, muttered in Ukrainian a bit and sped off to the Ukraine in some rather fabulous boots. She didn’t tell Sacha why she had to take time off in such a hurry. “I didn’t think it was my business to ask,” he said. You have to love Sacha. (Hello? Chrissie? I said You Have To Love Sacha).
Now, finally, a while back I wondered why Hanssen kept referring to the hospital as “Holby General” when I’ve always thought it was called Holby City Hospital. This week, TV news reports about Boobgate were referring to it as Holby General, but the sign on the wall clearly says Holby City Hospital. Someone help me out, please – when did it become HG?
Next week: A new registrar! AAU on lockdown! Jac performing ninja level surgery!
Posted by PLA (more Holby City here)