pounting out--one more time--that you've no one but yourself to blame! and thanking you, one more time. just went public with this--must. make. COFFEE. ;-)
except... he didn't. it's no more a choice for house than insulin is a choice for a diabetic. and you're correct--there is no good answer. hobson's choice, indeed.
Well, I gather there is the 'choice' of his brand of relief, that if he were more willing to go through the solid waste nec. (and I acknowledge that it might be considerable) he might find something else that would work similarly well so as to give said internal organs a break. (For myself, I've been wondering why he doesn't switch off w/the ibuprofen combo. Not that it doesn't do its own brand of damage, but that's why you have the switching off part.)
mmm... not what i meant, and an entirely different soapbox of mine, because--as i pointed out in the devil you say--hydrocodone does, indeed, come in unadulterated form! just meant that opioid/narcotic pain meds--and not a one of 'em is without risk--will always be a part of the landscape for house, unless he chooses to let the pain consume him. which he shouldn't, and he won't. my opinion only; ymmv.
Why did I decide to open this while at work? It made me cry. So sad, so painful, so beautiful, so true - and no way out, for Wilson or House. House needs Vicodin, Wilson knows he needs it - so sad. Thanks for writing and sharing.
oh, please feel absolutely free to blame all the sadness and the pain on blackmare_9, artist of the lovely sketch that grabbed me and forced me to write this--i know i'm blaming her! ;-)
poor wilson. while i believe that house knows that his pain meds will contribute mightily to his eventual death, i honestly think it hasn't yet occurred to him that his best friend feels like a murderer. but that's a subject for another story!
Oh, this is so lovely! Wilson's blend of sorrow and affection on observing House underscores why he so enjoys House's company. He knows that someday it won't be there, and that seems to make those moments of House being House all the more precious.
thank you so much; i'm honored that you've taken the time to comment on my work. and isn't blackmare_9's sketch amazing? as soon as i saw her interpretation of wilson's eyes, this vignette just began to write itself--wilson just had to share his burden. i was much inspired by what mare captured.
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pounting out--one more time--that you've no one but yourself to blame! and thanking you, one more time. just went public with this--must. make. COFFEE. ;-)
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except... he didn't. it's no more a choice for house than insulin is a choice for a diabetic. and you're correct--there is no good answer. hobson's choice, indeed.
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Well, I gather there is the 'choice' of his brand of relief, that if he were more willing to go through the solid waste nec. (and I acknowledge that it might be considerable) he might find something else that would work similarly well so as to give said internal organs a break. (For myself, I've been wondering why he doesn't switch off w/the ibuprofen combo. Not that it doesn't do its own brand of damage, but that's why you have the switching off part.)
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mmm... not what i meant, and an entirely different soapbox of mine, because--as i pointed out in the devil you say--hydrocodone does, indeed, come in unadulterated form! just meant that opioid/narcotic pain meds--and not a one of 'em is without risk--will always be a part of the landscape for house, unless he chooses to let the pain consume him. which he shouldn't, and he won't. my opinion only; ymmv.
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And one that you will hopefully be writing somewhere along the way.... ;-D
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