(Series 18, ep. 33) For those of us hoping for Hanssen to pull a miracle cure out of the bag for Digby, like he did for Ric Griffin, he is leaving it a little late. And I rather fear that if he was going to do it, he’d have done it in this episode.
There was a lot of Hanssen this week, as he’d decided to station himself on Keller for the day. The first thing we discovered about him is that his middle name is Love. It’s pronounced ‘Loovay,’ apparently, but his stethoscope is engraved with ‘Henrik Love Hanssen.’ It’s too delicious.
The stethoscope as a symbol of the practice and vocation of medicine, and Love as a symbol of, well, love, featured prominently in this episode, as Digby came to the realisation that the future he’d imagined for himself might be disappearing. Continue reading
(Series 18, ep. 32) All three stories in this episode dealt with issues of loyalty, friendship and support. Some relationships were strengthened, but one seems to have broken up altogether.
Maybe I should start with the broken one and then proceed via the strengthened-yet-sad one, and end with the strengthened-and-happy one so we’re not too depressed by the end.
Remember last week when Serena’s car was stolen and lots of confidential information from her laptop made its way to the press and the interweb? This week the impact of Serenaleaks (as she wouldn’t thank me for calling it) was most strongly felt on Darwin, when “news” emerged of a doctor with bipolar. Then Zosia’s name was published online, possibly by her patient. Continue reading
(Series 18, ep. 26) If you see the phrase “Norse God” and immediately think “Henrik Hanssen,” you’d have agreed with whoever voted for him to win the Sexiest Doctor prize in the annual Holby Awards. He beat stiff competition from Oliver Valentine and Dr Raf Not-Smug for the accolade, and accepted it with the slightly ironic grace the situation demanded.
For other Norse gods we must turn to Digby, and his new hobby of making copper medallions of all our favourites from the Thor movies and giving them to his friends and colleagues to wear (I was quite pleased that Loki was meant for Dominic). Never mind that it turned their skin green, it kept him occupied and that’s what he needs at the moment.
What he doesn’t really need is people pussy-footing around him, but that’s what darling Dominic spent most of the day doing, because he wants to help. Sadly with the best will in the world you’re not going to be able to stop a doctor with cancer coming across patients with cancer, and Dominic realised (with Sacha’s help) that the best way to help Digby was to be normal around him. Which meant the skin-discolouring Norse god (the medal, not Hanssen) had to go for a start. Continue reading
(Series 18, ep. 25) This was the most beautifully written and acted episode. The scenes between Dominic and Digby were heartbreakingly perfect as Dominic was the one to discover that his friend’s cancer had spread. The moment when he put Digby’s glasses on for him was such a tender expression of his care and Digby’s vulnerability – I had to make a very big effort not to cry loud snotty tears, particularly as I was watching it on a train. Beautiful, Hanssen-level acting from David Ames and Rob Ostlere.
Elsewhere, Adele was very committed to neurosurgery. We knew this because she said so every five minutes. It took the death of her old holiday rep friend, Denise Welch, to make her realise that she wasn’t that committed to neurosurgery after all. After a glittering career progression in which she’s been expert in everything from hearts to brains to radio presenting, she’s finally found her true calling in the world of palliative care. Unbelievably, Holby is not the centre of palliative care excellence (well, they can’t be brilliant at every specialism), so she’s off to The Mythical King/St/Whatever John’s to be trained. Or to train them, because she’s bound to know better.
And lovely Nurse Cara Martinez finally plucked up the courage to ask Dr Raf Not Smug on a date (a proper date, not involving Fletch and the Fletchlings) – but then realised that she wasn’t over her miserable husband, Jed ‘Alias’ Martinez, who has been banged up for five years. This has prompted Cara to seek a new post on Darwin.
(Series 18, ep. 20) No news about Ric and the pain in his side this week. He was briefly glimpsed and he seemed healthy enough – no sign of a “Nnngh!” So maybe he’s fine after all.
Or maybe, if his cancer has come back, it’s just been parked for a while as the ever-circling poo bird of fate prepares to drop its load on poor Digby.
While having a blood test to see if he could donate a bit of his liver to Morven’s dad, Digby took his top off in case he barfed down it. Essie didn’t think to hand him a cardboard sick bowl, because she was too busy staring at
his manly physique a mole on his back. Continue reading