Hello, readers of the EW.com Grey’s Anatomy TV Recap! It is I, your Aunt Whittlz, subbing in for the amazing Jennifer Armstrong on this week’s recap, while J-Arms is off doing… something. It occurs to me I’m not sure where she is. Ah well. Let’s make the best of it!
The title of tonight’s episode was ”State of Love and Trust,” which is the name of a wonderful Pearl Jam song (way to support those underground local bands), as well as the perfect title for just about every episode of this television show ever made. Aren’t we constantly checking in on the state of love and trust at Seattle Grace? I suppose if these people weren’t perpetually confused about one or the other, there’d be no show. But still: exhausting! What’s worse, I only occasionally feel like all the drama is worth it.
Prime example? Tonight’s main event. Derek dressed up like an undertaker to take over for Richard as Chief, after betraying Meredith’s love/trust and selling out the boss to the board. In his opening voice-over, Derek said that surgeons ”can’t trust anyone but themselves.” But hell, I’m not sure I could trust surgeons if there was any question that a man who was poking around in chest cavities while intoxicated should perhaps find other employment. Derek’s been correct this whole time, and anyone who accuses him of self-promotion in taking over as interim chief has clearly never had their bowel perforated by someone whose eyeballs are floating in gin. So I had a really hard time feeling sorry for Richard as he sat in a conference room for like 12 hours, trying to decide between filing for early retirement and losing his license or going to rehab and getting the chance to practice medicine again someday. God bless Bailey for showing up at the end of the episode to verbally slap the stubborn man upside the head. ”Drinking feels a little bit like all I have left,” he whined. ”Be the Chief!” she told him. Right on, Bailey. (NOTE: Drinking sometimes feels a little bit like all I have left, too, so don’t think I can’t second that emotion. Still, see above: poking around in chest cavities — this is a thing for sober time!)
Bailey’s verbal gymnastics were slightly less effective on her own surgery, a tumor redaction during which the patient suddenly woke up on the table. This unfortunate event was, per the performance of the actress playing Leslie the Tumor Patient Who Woke Up On the Table, a horrifically traumatic experience, not dissimilar to rape — all that talk of ”Your hands were inside me!!!” Still, I found the quivering, monologuing melodrama of the actress playing Leslie the T.P.W.W.U.O.t.T. (who survived just fine, and tumor-free as a bonus) ultimately far less compelling than Bailey’s budding relationship with the Cute Anesthesiologist. You see, Bailey initially blamed him for the unfortunate event — and delivered a hell of a speech in which she referred to him as the ”Gas Man” repeatedly (oh, how I love it when Chandra goes on a tear and runs out of breath before the end of the sentence!) — only to discover Leslie the T.P.W.W.U.O.t.T. metabolized anesthetics, like, hella fast, and it wasn’t the Cute Anesthesiologist’s fault. Seeing as how Bailey later apologized to the C.A., I’m assuming he’ll be sticking around for at least one hot hookup, possibly as soon as next week. Yes please! I only ask that we do not follow ”McDreamy” and ”McSteamy” with ”McGassy.” Thank you.
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