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Can't Miss It: Thanksgiving Eve
Let's us call this episode "Seattle Grace and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day," shall we? Cause that's what it was. Terrible, horrible, no good and very bad, that is. So let's begin.
The episode starts off with Cristina and Meredith jogging through….what's this? Some semblance of an outdoor shot? Possibly on location? Oh, Arboretum, could it be? Hmm…on second thought, maybe not. The ladies are chatting about what cheap slut ho-bags they are for sleeping with their married or otherwise emotionally unavailable bosses. Meredith continues her griping about McDreamy's heinous crimes against humanity by venting that he has not only led her on, but—Gasp! Shock! Horror!—he's completely ruined ferryboats for her! That he, in fact, has a thing for ferryboats! Sister-friend, you are preaching to the choir on this one. And bonus points for what can only be interpreted as a major shout-out to Seattlest! Ah. See? TV characters: They're just like us!
Meanwhile, the show's trademark forced voice-over (getting more palatable by the episode…again, you're welcome) tells us that this week's obligatory theme/lesson/moral is that surgeons are control freaks. They're all business. Fear and pain? Not for them. Not in the operating room, anyway. But once they leave? Yeah. Then they fall to crap.
So the interns are gathered round waiting for assignments and helplessly watching as Alex and Isabel engage in—Gasp! Shock! Horror!—public flirtation. Georgie-boy is the first to voice the group's—nay, nation's—sentiments when he begs to "make the lambs stop screaming." Again we say: preaching to the choir.
The assignments come in and…what's this? Not manufactured drama, surely? Oh, well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Meredith's Alzheimer-stricken mama is admitted to the E.R. Embarrassed over her mother's behavior—and the fact that she told everyone that Mama Grey was busy on some world class research—Meredith does what any rational minded person would. She flees. She flees big time.
Georgie gets assigned Mama Ellis' case which takes a humorous yet touching turn (see? Seattlest's heart isn't completely cold) when she confuses our favorite lap doggy intern as her husband (and Meredith's papa) Thatch. Problem is, she constantly fights with her husband and won't let him touch her. Which is an issue when she needs to be examined. So wouldn't you know it, Dr. Alex continues his upward spiral of redemption when he steps in, all nice and well-intentioned, and helps a brother out. They discover that Mama Grey also has a mass on her liver, which they need to biopsy to rule out cancer. Meredith, caring daughter that she is, almost hopes that it is, so at least then it could be fast and the pain could be treated. But lo and behold, no such luck. Mama Ellis is given a clean bill of health. Um…you know…other than that whole Alzheimer's thing.
Another shout-out to Seattlest! Webber's in da house and he is back in all his pimped-out, enforced-Oprah watching glory. Seriously, the writers are reading our diary, right?
He wants to be put on a case but McDreamy won't allow him to operate one week out of brain surgery. Good call, doc.
Meanwhile, the Doctors Shepherd team with Isabel (um…uncomfortable much?) on a mucho-preemie baby case. The missus wants to operate on the babe's spinal cord, while McDreamy says it's not strong enough. And then they banter and not-so-smoothly make the ailing baby and it's possible recovery a metaphor for their own relationship. And then Mrs. McDreamy gives the good doctor three possibilities for what could happen to them: 1. She apologizes, he forgives her, they go home to New York and are adult-like about it. 2. Ditto one, except for in place of the whole acting adult-like thing, he's allowed to bring up her adulterous mistake and use it against her in arguments. And 3. She doesn't know. But she does know that she's in the mood for a little kissy kissy. Or make that a big kissy kissy. So she kisses him. And then she turns in her resignation.
Meredith meanwhile is paired with Alex in a case of blushing gone wrong. Their female patient is in for an operation to treat a chronic case of extreme blushing. She says it's worth the possible side effects—you know, little things, like losing sensation in the arms and legs—if she can just have a feeling without the world knowing it. Especially the feelings she gets when someone says McDreamy's name and she lights up like a Christmas tree. The surgery, of course, is a success.
And now for the storyline de resistance: the (potential) baby mama drama. Cristina gets assigned to the O.R. with fire of her loins Burke, to operate on—literally, folks—a broken heart. Okay, so apparently we've just switched the opening metaphor for a much more heavy handed one. As Burke drills Cristina on proper procedure and chastises her for a lack of surgical know-how, right up until she faints in the operating room. Oopsy. Bet he feels like a jerk now.
Cristina is shipped off to an O.R. of her own, after she tells Isabel that she's seven weeks preggers. Concerned glances all around. Mrs. McDreamy is called in to operate on the extrauterine pregnancy, but sadly, the bleeding was too much and the blasian love child could not be saved. Of course it couldn't. (Alright folks, this was sad, but come on, you think a channel owned by Disney was going to let her have an abortion?) Nazi shows uncharacteristic caring and stays with Cristina through the whole operation and then sits in her room afterward while she recovers. Awww. Motherly.
Isabel pouts a bit about not being as close to Meredith and Cristina as they seem to be to each other, but all ends well when the gang reunites to help Cristina recover. Well, almost all ends well. Burke is crushed when he learns via the magic markered operating board of Cristina's condition. He goes to visit her but ultimately never enters her room when he sees the interns gathered round.
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If you could write something else into your diary for those Hollywood writer types: nobody up here calls their frothy chocolate-and-espresso drink a freaking "Mocha Latte". I think that is a lyric from that Lady Marmalade song. Try that term at Vivace and they can legally revoke your status as a resident of Washington State.