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Nurse Debbie On "The Becoming"...

Yang has NO interest whatsoever in scrubbing in with Erica Hahn. The cardiothoracic surgeon whose backside has been attached to Yang’s lips everyday since she arrived. Of course this all has to do with Dr. Burke winning the Harper Avery Award.   The Harper Avery Award!  That’s the equivalent to winning a Pulitzer OR an Academy Award OR the Fastest Supply Stocker (Betsy, watch my DUST this year!)

I sympathize with Cristina Yang.  Well, as much as one CAN sympathize with Cristina Yang. Come on, let’s admit it: she’s kind of a turd.  Okay actually, Cristina Yang is a more of a big, heaping pile of little turds that can easily be just one big turd.  So to see her like this, well as much as it lifts my spirits, I can see why she ran down to the morgue for solitude.  Nurse Tyler was in the vicinity and he said he heard her singing Madonna.  That’s when I knew she had finally broken.  If she were singing Sinatra or Whitney Houston (pre Bobby), maybe I wouldn’t have been so concerned but….

Here’s the deal.  We ALL know what Cristina did for Preston Burke.  She saved him more times than she should have in my opinion. But it’s done.  She made a choice to protect him in all those surgeries.  What does she expect? A medal?  I mean, this crop of young, female residents think that they are the end all/be all and the truth is, if it weren’t Cristina Yang protecting Preston Burke, it would have been someone else.  These residents don’t realize that there is a long line of women waiting behind that curtain to take their place.

Case and point?  Meredith Grey.  Yeah, I’m going there so fasten your seatbelt. She thought Derek Shepherd would ONCE AGAIN wait for her to get it together but not this time.  Didn’t I say that there was a line of women waiting in the wings or behind the stall or something like that (I have a small screen and I’m too lazy to scroll back and see what I actually wrote)?  Enter Rose.  Waiting.  And once Meredith decided yet again that she couldn’t be with Derek, Rose pounced.  And a’ pouncing is what I think is about to happen BECAUSE LADIES AND GENTS (hey are there any men who actually read this blog?  If so, email me.  Let’s have a drink!  I love a man who reads) Rose asked George O’Malley for the  “I’M ABOUT TO TELL EVERYBODY WHO I’VE SLEPT WITH IN THE ON CALL ROOM, CAFETERIA, ROOFTOP, SUPPLY CLOSET & IN THE SHOWER” form.  Yeah, I saw her ask for one in the cafeteria after she told O’Malley a couple of hours before that she wouldn’t need one.  So they are going to “do the Dew.”  I wonder how Meredith Grey feels about that???!!!

I have an answer to that question.  I’m going to say that in true Meredith Grey fashion, she will pretend as if it doesn’t matter when it does.  She still wants him.  She does!  Nurse Tyler told me that Meredith was whispering to herself at the nurses’ station: “He’s with Rose.  He’s with Rose…” Does this paint the picture of someone who doesn’t care?  NO IT DOESN’T FOLKS!!!

Let’s get back to Rose and Derek sealing the deal.  They have officially moved on to the next level.  What does this mean?  Are they in a relationship?  Or will it be just casual sex?  Will Rose want more?  Okay people, I had lunch with Rose today and she told me that she does want more.  She is a woman in love.  Derek?  I don’t know.  He’s hard to read.  Will he want more?  Has his feelings deepened for Rose?  Or does he feel regret?   That happens you know.  Just ask me, I’ll tell you. 

I had to fill this out for the Chief today so I might as well fill you in as well… There was Dr. Hall and Dr. Guzman and Dr. Marinis and Dr. Mckee and Dr. “Hammer” Wilding and Dr. Saul and Dr. Preston and Dr. Corn and Dr. Zemans and Dr. Fuerman and Dr. Barg and Dr. Brown and Dr. Rater and Dr. Heinberg and Dr. Clack and well, I could go on but I’ll just stop here.  After all, I’m a lady.  Oh!  I’ve gotta run!  Joe is having a contest tonight:  Free two pound bag of pork rinds for the girl who can do the most Jell-O shots from his belly button!!!