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Carpe diem.
That was hell.
Actual physical hell.
I think I went a tad overboard.
How annoying is carpe diem?
A lot overboard.
They took something from me.
Yeah, that wasn't an exam. That was an interrogation.
Like, way... way overboard.
- The mind games. - Trick questions.
It felt like Al Qaeda in there.
How are you supposed to plan a life,
a career, a family,
if you're always carpe-ing the diem?
Next test is June.
June's not bad.
2013.
Oh.
What's done is done.
Let's just not even talk about it anymore.
If we all seized every moment of every day,
there wouldn't be doctors.
Who would sit through med school?
Anyone know how Alex did?
Anyone know if Alex made it?
Made it?
What do you mean, made it?
We'd all be too busy...
living in the now.
Whatever that means.
Hey.
You okay?
I'm...
I'm not sure.
I-I hope you're not worried about last night.
I'm not worried about last night.
I'm worried because I checked with some of my friends
on the committee and
one of your Seattle Grace doctors didn't pass.
Any idea who?
They weren't sure.
But if it's Jackson,
he'll blame me forever.
Welcome to the American Medical Board of Surgery
Certifying Examination.
We'll give you four separate scenarios in 3 30-minute sessions,
10-minute breaks in between.
To pass the test,
you must pass two of the three sessions.
Now you can fail a session and still pass.
Still pass.
But examiners are not permitted to indicate
whether you passed or failed each session.
You'll be rated on your ability to diagnose, manage treatment,
handle the unexpected...
Basically, the strength of your constitution in crisis.
And when we move on to the, uh, next scenario,
th-there's no doubling back, meaning,
once a question is asked...
You can't go back. Understood, sir.
Are you in a hurry, Dr... Yang?
No, sir. Just...
ready when you are.
Mm-hmm.
So then,
a 65-year-old woman
is being seen by her primary care physician
for a workup of osteoporosis
when she is found to have elevated calcium.
Her P.T.H. level was well above normal.
Her doctor sends her to you.
Elevated calcium and P.T.H. would indicate primary hyperparathyroidism.
I would offer the patient a para...
thyroidectomy.
And first I would explore the right side.
If that gland is large...
I would biopsy it.
Um, after doing the biopsy, I would...
Hang-hang on.
What-what did the pathologist report say?
Path comes back with parathyroid hyperplasia.
Uh... Um, and how large was the gland?
How much longer are we gonna give this Dr. Karev?
15?
Next, I would resect it and explore the other glands.
Aggressive choice.
Well, I suppose I could wait for the I.P.M.
before taking further actions.
Mm-hmm.
Are you sure you're okay with that?
Yes, I'm okay with that.
Mm-hmm.
If the I.P.M...
showed P.T.H. levels in the normal range...
Dr. Grey?
I would feel comfortable concluding the procedure.
Dude, there's no other way?
Helicopter. Magic carpet.
That lane is open.
That's the bus lane.
I don't see any buses.
I'll get a ticket.
Come on, man. I'll give you double any ticket.
What about my insurance?
Come on, man. Just take the bus lane.
- Nah. - How far are we?
20 blocks, give or take.
Catch the game last night?
Come on. Move.
I heard it went 11 innings.
Move! Move. Look out. Move. Come on. Come on.
Okay, who wants more pancakes?
You haven't had any. Sit down.
I can't sit still. He's taking his test right now.
It's cute, you being nervous for Jackson.
You want some more juice?
It's paternal. You're a natural father.
Are you sure you don't want anything?
I could make some bacon...
We should have a baby.
Don't freak out.
I-I mean, I like... this.
I like you,
I like your kid,
and I like your kid's moms.
And I...
You-you know,
you-you don't have to say anything right now.
Just g-go back to worrying about Jackson,
and we-we can talk about this later.
Um, I would say no rush, but, you know,
actually, my F.S.H. levels would suggest that
rushing a little might not be the worst thing in the world.
Julia wants to have a baby with Mark.
Oh, I can't even deal with that right now.
Wow.
I should've picked him up myself.
I mean, I... what's wrong with me?
Okay, I thought he was
your brother's best friend, not yours.
We were all super close,
and he was my rock when Tim died.
I just... oh, God. I let my rock take a cab.
Oh, so you let him take a cab.
Well, I mean, listen, he just flew in from Tibet
and he has cancer.
I mean, the least I could do
is pick him up at the baggage claim.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, okay, you need to chill out.
- Wh... - Look, I know that you're worried,
but as far as cancers go,
I mean, his is very slow growing.
He told you he found out, what, six months ago?
I mean... he could be fine.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Well, with you in the O.R., I'm not worried.
You're gonna love him, and he's gonna love you.
Well, I'm taking his tumor out. It's the least he could do.
Phoenix.
Nick!
Hey.
Oh, it's good to see you.
Ohh. Wait. What's with the cane?
Tumor, man. It hurts to walk.
Already? But you were only diagnosed six months ago.
Did I say months? I meant years.
So... you must be the wife.
Yeah.
Good to meet you.
Good to meet you, too.
Julia went all F.S.H. on me this morning.
Is that a sexual term?
You know what? Never... You know what? I don't want to know.
She wants a baby. She wants my baby.
What did you say?
Nothing. It's crazy.
Until you think about it and realize it's kind of genius.
I love Julia.
I want Sofia to have some siblings to grow up with.
Why wouldn't I do it?
Are you asking me if you should have a baby?
Well, you think I shouldn't?
Have a baby or ask me if you should have a baby?
So you think I should do it?
Well, do you want Julia to be in your life forever?
You think I shouldn't?
Uh, do you have to answer that right now?
Hey. Answer what?
We were just talking about the, uh, cranioplasty.
Oh. It's exciting, right?
Yeah.
Charlie Konner, 37.
Uh, he fell off the roof six months ago.
He presents for repair of a skull bone defect
that occurred secondary to surgical removal
of part of his skull.
Um, we waited several months for the swelling
to s-subside before...
Wh... uh, what-what were you doing, um, anyway?
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