So, what bothered me about the latest seizure story line? Where do I start? I guess it was fairly realistic that when the teen-age band member woke up, she said disgustedly something like, oh great I had another one. Then, her scripted words went on to say fellow band mates always acted as if “I crapped my pants” after a seizure occurred. That’s a pretty descriptive, albeit indelicate, way of pointing out the ostracism someone who has epilepsy often encounters. The fact she had two moronic band-mates named the “seizure patrol” blaming her for their loss at a shot for band championship made some sense as well. I began to think that Grey’s might explore the social stigma of epilepsy and come up with some creative ways to deal with it.

Stupid, stupid me. It turned out Dr. Alex figured out the teen had been mis-diagnosed with epilepsy. INSTEAD, she has a serious heart condition and required a pacemaker. Hooray! No more seizures. She can cover the pacemaker in her chest with a shirt! She smiles; she gets rid of the seizure patrol. All is well. She doesn’t have epilepsy; she just has a heart condition. What’s the message?