About Last Night: Grey’s Anatomy

Grey’s Anatomy: DearCrabby

Well, what an episode! Autopsies, breakups, big-ass implants (literally), disatrous disaster training, lackluster grant writing, transplant surgery, a lame going away party with cupcakes and a resignation!

Bailey is all over doing an autopsy of poor Mandy Moore who left us last week. The pathologist seems to take her job lightly, chewing gum, which gross, and pulling out innards and brains here and there like she’s disemboweling Braveheart and Bailey is in no mood. Turns out there was no reason for Mandy’s death. Now what do you blame, Bailey? She spends her day between the morgue and McDreamy’s study hall, where he spends all day trying to write a grant about doing a clinical study on Alzheimer’s. He comes up with two sentences, “Me so hungry. Must order pizza.” Time well spent. Thank God the Chief didn’t throw him the money.

But looks like that money was well-spent by Dr. Ginger on dummies and an ambulance. Or not. He has all the residents run outside and assess “disaster” dummies all day long, including during a freezing cold downpour. Hope all the doctors get sick and Dr. Ginger has to take care of bedpans for this ridiculous scenario. Worst medical conference weekend ever! The best part? Chipmunk goes a little competitive crazy and by the end she threatens to run Dr. Ginger over with the ambulance in the parking lot. I totally would have been her alibi.

Christina is in charge of watching last week’s lung patient who now needs a new heart too. His estranged daughter shows up with her regret but Christina doesn’t want to meet with her. Instead, she makes Meredith do it, then she blames Meredith for making her do surgery on McDreamy after the shooting. Christina said she died on the inside because of that and apparently it’s all Meredith’s fault. Lungs is saved and Christina celebrates by resigning! She tells Dr. Ginger who I’m sure is thrilled that she just left him in charge of a new mortgage and paying for the construction of it. Although maybe now that’s what she can do in her free time, general contracting on her firehouse.

And finally, the breakup. I actually wasn’t sure what was going to happen here, what with Torres and her passive-aggressive attitude towards Arizona, Africa, and her French press. Man, she’s international! After bitching and moaning about going, what she’s going to do there, giving her things away (since waffle irons rarely work well without electricity), and her shitty going away party of 3 people and crappy store-bought cupcakes, Arizona finally freaks on her. At the airport, Arizona says that she’s going to Africa to help tiny humans (oh, AGAIN with the tiny humans!) and at first, I thought she was going to say, “And I really don’t want to go,” but instead she says, “And you are ruining it for me!” Boo-ya. She tells Torres she doesn’t want her coming to Africa with her. Torres is like, if you go, that’s it for us, and I’m thinking how far behind this conversation are you? She just said she doesn’t want you to go to Africa where she will be for THREE YEARS. I think the break-up was more than implied. And thus endeth the Torres/Arizona passive/aggressive pastel/edgy paint relationship. And next week it sort of looks like Christina has moved back in with Torres…I’m hoping I saw that wrong…otherwise, these people move more than nomads.