Hey, it's me!
20 minutes into tonight's episode of House, the desperate chronically ill guy with the gun is... me! Right down to the post chicken pox/neuralgia and hypersensitive hearing. He needs to go beige.
ETA: 45 minutes in: It's not a tooma. I bet it's preservatives and tomatoes. And mint, oranges, curry, bacon etc etc etc. And let's not forget soup.
Perhaps now would be a time to ask my fellow chronic sickly friends if you've ever had House diagnosis fantasies? A team of dedicated brains and a whiteboard, just for you?
ETA: 45 minutes in: It's not a tooma. I bet it's preservatives and tomatoes. And mint, oranges, curry, bacon etc etc etc. And let's not forget soup.
Perhaps now would be a time to ask my fellow chronic sickly friends if you've ever had House diagnosis fantasies? A team of dedicated brains and a whiteboard, just for you?
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He'd probably just send me for an MRI, misdiagnose me for 35 minutes and then miraculously find the diagnosis in the final five.
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I was highly amused earlier this season when a patient was diagnosed with MS (for a bit) and they DIDN'T send her off for an MRI to confirm.
In case of cardiac arrest
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