Grey's Anatomy: The Nurse's Station

F.I.N.E. - Fine

Ok. I may just LOSE it if Izzie Stevens tells me she’s “fine” ONE more time today --- That’s right. I said Izzie Stevens. She’s here at the hospital today. Not working – actually, I’m not sure exactly why she’s here but… she is. Seems to be wandering around with O’Malley. I think maybe her fellow interns don’t want to leave her alone – especially after she managed to find her way in to the M&M this morning…

The M&M. Oh boy – that was a doozie. Today the doctors all gathered to go over the details of Denny Duquette’s case. From the looks of everyone filing out? Not a pretty sight. Dr. Bailey looked like she’d been kicked in the gut. The interns looked totally shell shocked… and Izzie? Well – she just kept telling everyone she was Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine.

Yeah right.

By the way – I heard Denny left her money. As in millions-of-dollars kind of money. I had no idea he was loaded.  If I’d known that, I’d have probably tried to be a little nicer to him or something. I mean – I play Scrabble. I could have played Scrabble with him. TOTALLY would have blown off work to play scrabble if it meant a chance at MILLIONS of DOLLARS!!!

Anyway – Addison was just over here, grumbling something about bicycles and some “ratty old futon couch.” She seems very preoccupied today. Like there’s something on her mind that she needs to get off of her chest… Hmmm. Maybe I’ll try to get it out of her. (You know me – always on the hunt for good gossip.) Oh – and did I tell you she’s dropped her married name now? Officially done with Shepherd, she says.

Again, I say – Yeah, right.

Izzie was talking to Addison about being rich. Seems Izzie is looking for a way to spend her millions. Somehow – I don’t think I’d have a problem with that task. Eight million dollars… I could do some serious traveling on eight million dollars. And shoes – I could buy many many wonderful shoes.

Meanwhile – Burke is back. Although, with no surgeries on the board. Says he’s got too much paperwork or something… so really, it’s like Burke is back without really being back. I have to say – I was surprised to see him this morning. I mean, I knew he’d have to be at the M&M – but I hadn’t realized he was back on call. Have to say – that was one speedy recovery on his part. I really hope he isn’t pushing himself too hard… an injury like that? No one would blame him for taking more time… (well – except maybe for Cristina. She’s clearly been anxious to have Burke back at the hospital. As has the Chief, now that I think about it.)

Either way – I hope it’s true… that Burke (like Izzie) really is fine.

Oooo – here’s a good tidbit. Overheard Meredith talking to the other interns about it – Meredith still hasn’t told Derek that she broke up with Finn. Which – btw – I am stunned about, but… Hey. She’s a Grey. The Grey’s (in my experience, at least) are generally unpredictable when it comes to the men in their lives…

(Later…) OK! So – I just cornered Addison at the cafeteria, and – here’s the scoop. She and Derek met about their divorce agreement this morning. And Derek – he wants to give her everything. Everything. Which has Addison feeling guilty. She wouldn’t tell me why, exactly, but – don’t you KNOW it must have something to do with McSteamy??

I can guarantee – Derek isn’t going to be “fine” about that!

Oh crap – Burke just got called into an emergency surgery. He just darted out of the conference room (where he’s been camped out all day) and – I could be wrong, but… there was a look on his face I’ve never seen before. Panic. He looked a little… panicked. He stood there a moment – as if caught, in slow motion, before taking off to the OR… I asked him if he was ok. If he needed anything because – well – he just looked so spooked.

You know what he said to me?
“No, Debbie. I don’t need anything – I’m fine.”

Need I say it?
Yeah right.

An Explosion, in Three Parts

PART ONE: Kaboom.

We had an explosive morning around here – in more ways than one. Started the day off with a little venting session from Dr. Torres. Seems O’Malley “threw her out on her ass.” Her words exactly.  Let me just tell you – she is less than pleased with him right now. I don’t blame her – sounds like he was acting a little childish… Then again, she is the one who walks around the house naked all of the time. That’s bound to make some people uncomfortable…

(BTW - Karev was standing nearby as I talked to Dr. Torres, and he asked me to note for the record that HE would have absolutely NO problem if Dr. Torres wanted to walk around naked in front of him.)

Of course he wouldn’t.

Meanwhile – Meredith Grey looks like hell today. She’s a little green – and she keeps chugging from a bottle of Pepto she has in her coat pocket--- Oh, great. She totally just threw up all over my nurse’s station. Just fantastic. Really. All… pink and gooey. Yuck.

Oh – my! And you’ll never believe who the Chief just hired as our in-house plastics specialist? That’s right – none other than Mark Sloan! Aka – McSteamy.  Wish you could have seen the looks on the Shepherds’ faces when they saw him today – all buff in his crisp new lab coat – shaking hands, making himself at home. Absolutely priceless!

But the biggest explosion of all? Was literally – an explosion. Some idiot patient on O2 decided to light up a cigarette in his HIGHLY oxygenated room. Unbelievably stupid. KABOOM!

Oh – right, And Meredith Grey may be pregnant.

PART TWO: Ouch.

Alex Karev just came up to ask me what exactly a “bone dry double cap” is… This disturbs me on several levels. First – that means Mark Sloan (Karev’s idol. His mentor-to-be. His Yoda, if you will…) is going to be one of those surgeons who uses his interns for things like – picking up his dry cleaning,  not picking charred flesh off of his horribly burned patient. Which doesn’t work so well at a teaching hospital like Seattle Grace. 

Second – how has Alex Karev lived this long without encountering  a cappuccino?  I mean – seriously?

Turns out Dr. Grey isn’t pregnant – she just needs her appendix out. And I just overheard George O’Malley talking – to himself – about how he WILL not, CAN not, MUST not pull another 007.  Which says to me – Bailey must have assigned George to scrub in on Meredith’s surgery… Think I may have to visit the Gallery to get a bird’s eye view of that one!

Speaking of Grey – she’s high as a kite. We’ve been administering morphine to her for the pain, and – well – she’s embarrassing herself. And everyone else. But, to be honest, it is pretty funny.

For instance - a few moments ago, when I was checking on her stats, she suddenly blurted out: “Debbie! Do you have a boyfriend? Because I have lots of boyfriendsssss. They’re reeeeeally handsome. And strong. And… boy-like. I like boyssss. Yay,  boys.”

Need I say more?

PART THREE: Chargrilled and Crispy.

Someone has been performing surgery in the morgue. And I intend to find out who it is – there is a protocol to follow around here! There is a system in place for this sort of thing– and someone (who, by the way, must KNOW the system very well – since they were able to successfully pull this off without anyone knowing) is going to have to answer for this!!!

But what I want to talk about next is – Finn. My Vet. My friend. Who just had his heart broken.

I’ll start with when he showed up to visit Meredith today. He brought flowers. And he wasn’t sure where Meredith’s room was -  so he came and found me; I escorted him to her digs.

I’ve never seen him simultaneously so concerned FOR Meredith (hospitals give him the creeps. After the whole thing with his wife– it’s understandable.) and so excited about his future WITH Meredith.

He wanted to take her on a nice weekend getaway – somewhere pretty. Isolated. In the mountains, maybe. He showed me a few brochures – had the whole thing all planned out. Down to what type of wine he wanted to bring, and how he was going to cook some of his famous lasagna. 

But when we got to Meredith’s room – surprise, surprise – Derek was there. Which I’m sure deflated Finn a little bit.  But I couldn’t stay to listen in because – well, like I said – we had a security breech in the morgue.

Then, I saw Finn later – he was alone in Meredith’s room – waiting for her to get out of surgery. He said that he’d just had the strangest conversation with Derek. That they’d talked about fishing, and – well – the fact is, Finn got the impression that,  under different circumstances,  he and Derek would probably be friends.  He also got the impression that – maybe,  just maybe – Derek was inching toward giving Meredith up. Finn wasn’t sure what specifically gave off that vibe – it was just a gut feeling.

But let me tell you – that gut feeling had Finn grinning from ear to ear.

And then – the third time I saw him today – he was leaving Meredith’s room. For the last time.  I’ve never seen such profound change in someone’s demeanor. As excited and Finn had been earlier in the day – he was just as down tonight. I asked him what was wrong, and just said…

“I brought her ice chips – and then she dumped me.”

Poor poor Finn. Shame on Meredith for breaking his heart – but good for her, too. If she knows Finn isn’t the one for her, then the kind thing to do is to cut him loose.

But it makes you wonder, doesn’t it? What Derek could have said to Meredith to make her do that?

McVet, Denny’s Sweater, and A Naked Dr. Torres

There are strange things afoot today at Seattle Grace.

First of all – I walked in this morning to Meredith and George talking about Dr. Torres – and her nakedness. A naked Dr. Torres. I guess she’s been taking to their halls at home… without any clothes. Very odd. And – very much none of my business, but – Hey. When they eat their coffee cake at my Nurses Station, I just can’t help but overhear these things. That’s all I’m saying.

Meanwhile – I saw Dr. Montgomery Shepard briefly this morning, but now she’s disappeared. Not exactly sure where she’s gone off to, but I will say this. She had a glow about her – a rested, gratified, somewhat enigmatic glow.

Last time I had a glow like that was the morning after the most fantastic one-night-stand. It was years ago, now – his name was Herbert, and he had the most glorious--- Never mind. TMI.

Saw Izzie Stevens outside this morning. Just… standing out in front of the hospital. Gotta say – I’m not the only one around here with… mixed feelings about her returning to Seattle Grace. I mean – she went a little looney. She crossed all sorts of professional lines… I don’t know how convinced I am that she has any business whatsoever being back inside the walls of this hospital. Unless it’s as a patient.

And if I’m feeling that way – I can only imagine how the Chief feels about it.

The interesting thing is, Dr. Bailey seems to be all about getting Izzie back into the surgical program. Saw her nagging the Chief about it just a little bit ago. It’s funny – because after what happened with the rogue Denny Duquette intern situation, there have been rumblings about Bailey’s competency as well…

Wonder if her concern for Izzie is trying to make up for her own concern about herself?

Walked in on George O’Malley showing one of his patients a corpse today. A CORPSE. I mean – do these interns have NO sense of what is and isn’t appropriate behavior anymore? Didn’t bother letting him explain what they were doing down there – just shooed them out as quickly as I could. Opening us up to all sorts of lawsuits. I mean – Really.

Oh! And remember my vet, Finn Dandridge? Bumped into him this afternoon – he was on his way out, looking VERY down. He seemed happy to see me, though (my kitty Skittles has been very healthy lately so, he hasn’t seen much of me for a while) and – before long – I found out what exactly seemed to be bugging him…

Apparently, he had a lunch date with Meredith Grey this afternoon – which was bogarted by none other than – McDreamy. First of all – shame on Finn for setting the date in the hospital cafeteria. He could have at LEAST packed a picnic lunch & taken it out to one of the benches outside or something. Hell – could have even packed a little something for Izzie while he was at it – she looks a little worse for the wear out there. (And by the way – I’m pretty sure she’s wearing that damn sweater she was knitting for Denny…)

Second – shame on Dr. Shepherd for – clearly – not playing fair. Shepherd’s a crafty one – not all sweet and innocent like my sweet McVet. I mean – C’mon. Not cool. Not cool at all.

But Finn said he has a plan brewing for tonight, so… Maybe I’ll take Skittles in for a check up tomorrow just so I can maybe get a little more information about what has happened. I mean – you know me! I love a good love story!!!