Stuck On Repeat
I am more invested in Sam's reunion with her son than I ever anticipated being. "I think Sam is finally going to get her baby back this week!" I excitedly announced to a co-worker today who does not watch General Hospital and who did not even bother feigning interest when I explained that this was a soap plot and not a real life situation that could be the basis for a Lifetime Original Movie. "Sam and Jason are face to face with Heather in a dangerous situation?!" I asked my DVR before double checking my recording for tomorrow's show, which will possibly feature the conclusion of this story, and even making sure I was recording it on two channels just in case, because the thought of missing any of it is worrisome.
Is it just me? It's just me, isn't it? But it IS sort of emotional and awesome, right? And the moment where Jason showed Sam photos of her son was seriously heart-melting, wasn't it?
Jason: He looks like you, remember?
Sam: No, Jason. I don't remember. I only got to hold my son for a few minutes. I don't think I could even picture his face.
Sam, after seeing pictures: Oh my god, Jason. He's so beautiful! No, that's the wrong word. He's handsome. I mean, I don't know much about babies, but I'd say he looks pretty big for his age. I wish I could hold him.
Jason: You will.
It's like I'm a pod person. Although in my defense, I DID spend much of the episode hoping that Olivia will be this storyline's fatality because she so heartily deserves it ("Hey, dangerous wackadoo standing menacingly at the top of the stairs! Let me run UP the stairs in an effort to run past you because what could possibly go wrong?!") and...I'm operating at less than one hundred percent, mentally, because all of Tea's scenes today BROKE MY MIND. And MY EARS. The shrieking and the gasping! The wheezing! The constant repetition of shrill lines delivered in the midst of complete hyperventilation!
Tea: If I don't get him back, I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do. Help me, help me!
Tea: I'm going to stay calm. I'm going to stay calm.
Tea: What is it? Do you know something I don't know? What is it? Do you know something?
Tea: I don't know how I'm going to forgive myself. How am I going to forgive myself. I don't know. I don't know how I'm going to forgive myself?
Tea: I'm going to calm down, I'm going to calm down, I'm going to calm down, I'm going to calm down. Okay. Okay. I'm going to calm down. I'm going to calm down. Okay. I'm going to calm down, I'm going to calm down.
While all of this is probably an incredibly realistic portrayal of a horrified mother whose son is missing, I'd gladly give up realism (I mean, I've stuck with this show for a couple decades, haven't I?) to spare my hearing, and Florencia Lozano's vocal cords.