I was watching House tonight, as I usually do on Tuesday nights. It was, alas, a character building episode. It did not bode well for the Patient of the Week.
Because everyone was so involved in feeling feelings, the PotW died from some rather hasty radiation treatment.
House did an autopsy in the hospital room, which I'm pretty sure violates roughly five thousand OSHA regulations, and found that the cause of death was a scratch from the patient's bra hook resulting in a Staph aureus infection.
Because four of the best and brightest doctors in the Houniverse missed a staph infection. Perhaps they should stop doing their own lab work.
But I will give the my new favorite medical show some credit. The writers for House have not veered off into ridiculous, strap-on sporting, cum stealing, orphanage originating, serial killer sibling territory. Yet. Keep up the good work Team House.
And yes, I am not ashamed of following a dearth of posts with a post as silly as this one. When you're staring upheaval down, the unchanging TV is a welcome companion. Whev.