(Series 16, ep.18) Sometimes two extremely rare things come along at once. Rare things like the christening of your only daughter. Rare things like a ruptured congenital aneurysm of the left coronary sinus – “the rarest heart condition Holby has seen since Roman times,” apparently. Anyone would be conflicted, but most people would prioritise the christening. Jac Naylor isn’t most people, though, and she’s far more comfortable in a nice sterile operating theatre than she is with the more complicated world of emotions and conventional public displays. She knows how to behave as a christening guest (it involves kick-ass £300 shoes, makeup and a new dress), but her knowledge doesn’t extend as far as what to do when you’re the one who produced the baby in question. How would she know that she was supposed to get a christening gown for Emma?
Jonny has known Jac for quite a while now, and he still doesn’t get her. He never will, and in that respect he’s far better off with That Bonnie Creature, who knows what’s expected and is conventional and straightforward. Jac is better off with people who do understand her, like Sacha and Elliot – she exasperates them too sometimes, but they don’t want to change who she is. Easy for them, I know, as they don’t have to share parenting of a small baby with her.
I’ve said in the past that Jac respects people who stand up to her, and this is the approach that Jonny seems to be taking at the moment. This involves behaviour like storming into operating theatres shouting, “Get yourself out of here and to that chapel now!” I’m not sure the alpha male approach was particularly helpful in this instance, though. Actually, I’m understating that a bit – it was an outrageous way for him to talk to a senior surgeon while she was in the middle of surgery. It was an outrageous way for a man to talk to the mother of his child, come to think of it.
It was a shame Mo wasn’t around (quarantine due to chickenpox, apparently) – she’d maybe have been able to rein Jonny in a bit and been supportive of Jac, who may not actually have post natal depression, but at the very least has the baby blues and the confusion that comes from finding yourself in a new job where the definitive textbook has yet to be written.
Dr Posh was pondering new jobs this week – specifically, what did he want to specialise in? Where was his passion? The arrival of Annie, an overweight patient who was pencilled in for a gastric band gave him a clue and he decided on the spot that bariatric surgery was where his future lay. He could see it all laid out before him – a golden future full of people with artificially reduced stomachs, embracing a gloriously pie-free life all because of him. It was all so dazzling that he ignored another patient whose leg ulcer turned out to be necrotising fasciitis. He also ignored the fact that his bariatric patient was interpreting his interest in her as more than just professional. There’s every chance she’s going to go bunny-boiler on him next week.
Occasionally a guest patient turns up on Holby who is so wonderful I want them to be in it every week. One such patient was Anthony Dransfield, a plain-speaking northerner with a throbbing rectum. “Not being funny, lad,” he said to Dominic, “But are you a poofter?” Serena gave him a little lecture on political correctness and told him she’d have to have a look to find out why it had been two weeks since his last poo. He wasn’t keen. “Have you ever had a beam shined up your jacksie?” He insisted that Zosia had to go on privacy watch while Serena snapped on the rubber gloves, which meant we had a very funny view of Zosia’s face framed prettily by the cubicle curtain while Anthony yelled, “It feels like you’ve stuck a stingray up me hole!”
He needed to have an abscess sorted out, but he refused to have a woman do it in case the ladies laughed at his tackle while he was asleep. Come on lads, you’ve all been there. The only man available to do the job was CEO and top neurosurgeon Guy Self – I know, not the most plausible scenario in the world, but a delightful opportunity for Serena to get revenge on him for being such a twonk last week. Understandably he wasn’t keen, but Anthony insisted. “You operate on brains but you can’t do bums?”
Zosia and Serena were bonding quite well, and Zosia confided in Serena all about her mother’s death and the way Selfie kept it from her because she was doing exams. The reaction was not quite what she expected – “You need to look at your own stuff,” was Serena’s advice.
Next time: Jonny and Jac still locking horns; and Posh’s bariatric patient is back.