I never thought I'd say this, but...
I never thought I'd say this, but the quietness in the hospital has been almost unsettling.
Okay, “quietness” isn’t exactly the right word. What I mean is the Houselessness, for the sake of making up a word to describe what I'm talking about. I’m not used to not having House traipse into my office with some insane demand, or not having to chase his butt down for his clinic rotation. The silence on the part of my job as Dean of this hospital should be a godsend, but strangely…it’s like living by a busy highway all your life and suddenly moving out to the sticks where the only traffic you hear is the occasional car that passes by. You grow used to living by that highway, just as I’ve grown used to having House disrupt every facet of my professional---and often personal---life for his own gratification.
Oh, believe me---in terms of ‘quiet’, it’s been anything but in regards to House. Court---which the son of a bitch walked out on in the middle of his own god damn case. Jail---which he only marginally managed to miss by the skin of his teeth because I bailed his ass out by committing perjury of all things. Drugs, rehab, cops on his ass, cops on my ass, on the ass of every staff member that’s worked with him, House’s entire career in jeopardy, Wilson’s career in even greater jeopardy, my own hospital in jeopardy because of House’s stubbornness…
I think I can safely say that this entire experience with Tritter has been something I really don’t want to see a repeat of. I swear, if I hear of one more misdemeanor assault from House, be that with a rectal thermometer, a tongue depressor or even his own fingers, I will personally see to it myself that those fingers are no longer attached to his hand.
Ha. And here I was, saying that the Houselessness around the hospital has been unsettling, as though I’ve kind of missed it. I mean, I care about House and I care about what the miserable son of a bitch is doing to his drugged-out body, and as much as he drives me crazy I care about what happens to him---but who am I kidding? The silence in my hospital---at least, since Tritter lost the case---has been beautiful.
Well. At least, until House returns to work, that is.
Dr. Lisa Cuddy; House MD; 367 words.
Okay, “quietness” isn’t exactly the right word. What I mean is the Houselessness, for the sake of making up a word to describe what I'm talking about. I’m not used to not having House traipse into my office with some insane demand, or not having to chase his butt down for his clinic rotation. The silence on the part of my job as Dean of this hospital should be a godsend, but strangely…it’s like living by a busy highway all your life and suddenly moving out to the sticks where the only traffic you hear is the occasional car that passes by. You grow used to living by that highway, just as I’ve grown used to having House disrupt every facet of my professional---and often personal---life for his own gratification.
Oh, believe me---in terms of ‘quiet’, it’s been anything but in regards to House. Court---which the son of a bitch walked out on in the middle of his own god damn case. Jail---which he only marginally managed to miss by the skin of his teeth because I bailed his ass out by committing perjury of all things. Drugs, rehab, cops on his ass, cops on my ass, on the ass of every staff member that’s worked with him, House’s entire career in jeopardy, Wilson’s career in even greater jeopardy, my own hospital in jeopardy because of House’s stubbornness…
I think I can safely say that this entire experience with Tritter has been something I really don’t want to see a repeat of. I swear, if I hear of one more misdemeanor assault from House, be that with a rectal thermometer, a tongue depressor or even his own fingers, I will personally see to it myself that those fingers are no longer attached to his hand.
Ha. And here I was, saying that the Houselessness around the hospital has been unsettling, as though I’ve kind of missed it. I mean, I care about House and I care about what the miserable son of a bitch is doing to his drugged-out body, and as much as he drives me crazy I care about what happens to him---but who am I kidding? The silence in my hospital---at least, since Tritter lost the case---has been beautiful.
Well. At least, until House returns to work, that is.
Dr. Lisa Cuddy; House MD; 367 words.