The Doctor is In
C’mon. Don’t we all wish that Gregory House was our doctor? Sure, he’s acerbic, snotty, mean and generally a pain in the ass to those who know him, but the fact of the matter is, we love him anyway. Why you ask? Because he keeps going till he gets the answer! He doesn’t care if he hurts your feelings, or has to inject you with a toxic substance, or has to put you on a treadmill until you have a heart attack, he will find out what’s wrong with you. In a time and age where my doctor has to glance down at my chart to remember my name, there is something very comforting about House in that he will leave no stone unturned. Sure, he only wants to solve your illness because it’s a giant puzzle to him, but the fact remains, he wants to solve your illness! If only to throw your assinine, illness causing behavior back in your face. But you’ll be cured, so you won’t really care. Don’t you wish your doctor showed as much interest in your symptoms as House does in his patients? Don’t you wish your doctor could diagnose you as fast as House fixes the easy patients in the clinic?
As I said, if House was your doctor, he’s chew you up and spit you back out emotionally, but at the end of the day, you’d thank him with tears in your eyes for curing you. And then he’d hit you with his cane and move onto the next patient, never giving you a second thought. And you wouldn’t care.