The eponymous (love that word, don't you?) show's lead character is a curmudgeon's curmudgeon. He is nasty. He is cruel to patients. He has the bedside manner of a bull in a china shop. But, because he is portrayed as a brilliant diagnostician, he is allowed to keep his job.
Who would you rather be treated by, should you, may God forbid, come down with a mysterious, debilitating, or life-threatening condition? A kindly country doctor type who really, really cares about you as a patient, or someone who will be able to diagnose and treat what's actually killing you? If that's the real-world choice, give me Dr. Curmudgeon any day of the week.
In a typical vignette from last week's show, House greets an EMT tech who is trying to give the best medical information he can to House as a patient is wheeled in on a gurney. House growls at the well-meaning EMT, and says something like, "If you had knuckled down harder in high school, you might have become a doctor. Let me diagnose this patient."
To which the offended tech says, "Bite me." Which I can respect. But how many of us wish we could go through life saying exactly what we think, 24/7? And not caring what people may think of us? And, best of all, being good enough, or indispensible enough, at our jobs to get away with it?
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