(Series 16, ep.21) Keller has acquired a new little wing which was temporarily dubbed the “Tressler Neurological Wing,” as it was funded by Dr Posh’s dad. I say “temporarily,” because by the end of the episode the nice new sign was being removed and Tressler flounced off after calling Selfie a loose cannon.
What had happened to provoke this reaction? It seems it was Selfie’s habit of letting patients with a very poor chance of survival clutter up beds. It’s “not a good look” for a showcase neurological facility, apparently. So it’s goodbye to Tressler Sr., but what will Selfie do with himself now his neurological wing is no more? He’ll have to find something else to do, because gazing mournfully at “Zoshy” and frightening Sacha are not full-time occupations, and he never seems to do much administrating.
In the part of Keller which is just plain old Keller, Dominic was dealing with a patient, Mr Bing, who had a kitten under his blanket. That’s not a euphemism, it’s a baby cat. The kitten was the clue to why the man was acting very strangely, and I diagnosed toxoplasmosis half an hour before anybody else did (that’s worth a free muffin and frothy coffee at Pulses, surely?). The main point of this story was the spotlight that it shone on the somewhat weird Dominic, who got quite nasty with Mr Bing at one point. We didn’t see whether Dominic actually stabbed him with a needle or not, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he had. Especially not in view of the charming anecdote he told Digby later about the pet hamsters he had when he was a boy. One pair of hamsters had six babies, but when he and his brother put a different female hamster in the cage, she bit the heads off all the babies. Digby was aghast, but Dominic thought it was quite sensible behaviour. “When threatened, react violently – end threat,” he said.
Maybe these are words Ric Griffin could reflect on in the coming weeks. His daughter, The Beautiful Jess, turned up unexpectedly, with her son in tow. This is the same son who was delivered by Jac Naylor and Chrissie Williams while Jess was still wearing leggings, but he seems to be a perfectly healthy child despite that.
Which is more than I can say for Jess, who went “Nnngh!!” and was diagnosed with a hernia. When the X-ray revealed old, healed fractures and Jess told Ric she’d left her husband, he put two and two together and made a promise: “If he comes anywhere near you… (long dramatic pause accompanied by Intense Stare)… I’ll kill him.”
A similar fate might befall That Bonnie Creature when Jac finds out that Bonnie squashed her motorbike with her silly little car (which she was driving rather recklessly considering it’s a hospital car park where there are generally at least three people collapsed on the ground at any given time). The rather wonderful Denise Black was playing a lung cancer patient who had a penchant for giving out advice via tarot card readings. She predicted disappointment for Bonnie, which came true because Jonny had forgotten (or didn’t know about) her birthday and Jac thwarted her plans for a romantic getaway to the Lake District by letting Jonny have Emma for the weekend. I kind of lost track of who was supposed to be looking after Emma when and why, because I was too busy wondering why Jac was getting involved in scrapping over Jonny. I know he’s the father of her child and blah blah, but it’s really time she moved on.
Next time: Bonnie wants to move the JonBon relationship to the next level. Ric attempts to prioritise Jess. And Selfie fails to prioritise Zosia.