I want more House!!!
Man oh man, I'm getting so obsessed with House, M.D. Unfortunately, the site's down (temporarily, I hope), and there're no seeds for my unfinished torrents. I need more! More!!! <-- suffering from withdrawal (or "detoxing", as Foreman called it =D) Y'know, this series is so good that I'm seriously considering buying the DVDs when they come out.
Here're some of my favourite House-isms:
Patient: It's really bad, especially at night. It's like my heart is on fire, like it's, uh, oh, I don't know, like it's...
House: Burning?
Patient: Exactly!
House: Hmm, sounds almost like... heartburn.
Patient: So, can you give me something?
House: Like a thesaurus?
House: This is a mistake. I don't know how to have casual conversation. You think you're talking about one thing, and either you are and it's incredibly boring, or you're not because it's subtext and you need a decoder ring.
(((EXACTLY!!!!)))
House: Treating illness is why we became doctors. Treating patients is actually what makes most doctors miserable.
That last quote reminds me of one of the reasons as to why I don't plan on becoming a doctor. Dr. House makes that claim because he hates being lied to (according to him, "everybody lies"), and he is bored and annoyed by patients who are either stupid or healthy (or both).
Me? Well, I am quite an impatient person, unfortunately, and I most certainly do not enjoy lies (but I also don't possess House's ability to see through them). The thing is, I am no more socially-adept than House, and I will probably be faced with the same frustration if I have to treat many, many patients every day. And I'm not sure I can handle it any better than him.
However, that being said, watching House has also made me realize that there's so much more to being a doctor than I'd imagined. In my narrow-sightedness, I've only considered my own interests when thinking of a future career, and neglected the effect that my choices will have on the rest of the population.
As a kid, I've been taught to "give back to society", "work for the greater good", blahblahblah. I drank in everything I was told and believed it. Then I reached my glorious teens, and cynicism began to dominate my way of thinking. Those old aspirations got chucked out of the window. And now? Heh, who knows. Maybe it's time to pick the smashed pieces off the concrete and consider them once more.