Dr. Greg House, MD

Sound advice if you're the type to take it. If not, well, I'm too preoccupied to laugh at you and say I told you so. Do it yourself.

I do have one question though, why do these things keep popping up now and then? Is it a morbid Christmas present?

My one added approach is to keep a hand mirror might help be away of what's behind you. Awareness isn't always preventative. 

In the midst of all this misery, well, I don't know how hard some of you pinch. Judging by how much you whine.....it's beside the point one way or the other.

Happy Birthday, Eden.


She didn't want it to get around. But this is her day.
[ooc; no, no it's not.]

As much of a fan as I am of tearing apart the conceptions of any type of long held belief, religious or not, I think that this one stands firm in the City or anyplace else.

Hell is other people.

Try arguing otherwise.

Affection will be accepted in gift form only. Physical contact is for VIP members only. You will not be allowed without a VIP bracelet.

Save the stupid questions. No, I'm not English. No, it isn't lupus.

Why do you keep coming when I don't know who you are and leave hints.

Let's get Biblical. Blood like substance coming from open air water sources? Check. Frogs? Ask Dr. Chase. Lice/gnats and flies blah blah blah. Disease? If that last one is particularly relevant to you, you'll have to make your cries for help more distinct. Smoke inhalation can't be good for that either. As entertaining as the fast-forward version of this story is, the vitals are missing. It's like a vegetable.

To bring you up to speed without the Billy Graham commentary, this is like a story of an angry, jealous god retaliating on a mortal king so that the people who worshiped him could be set free. I don't worship anybody who hasn't had a centerfold and a bikini photo-shoot worth reprinting. The only imprisoned people in this joint are you and me. There's no one of us that has the capacity to have any source of power to reckon with the deities if we are going to carry the theme correctly. Once again, we're riding out this go-kart derby with no real answers to valid questions.

Why is this all so organized when curses are usually at random and without a linear progression except when it is from bad to worse? Are our deities Judeo-Christian critics? Does Jesus count here even when a handful know him let alone believe in him? Is there a way to ward of PETA after you slaughter the lambs? Does this all mean anything?

Good? Nice? This year I've been a saint.

I haven't fired anyone. I haven't been caught breaking and entering. I've made leaps and bounds educating the young. My amnesty actions with the Irish are on Peace Prize grounds. Let's not forget my impact on the Hispanic community: gracias, Caspian.

But enough about me. I'm curious to see what I'm getting out of it.

And then there was one blind man. Circumstances beyond my means or understanding have deprived a sound, logical medical investigation. Or as I like to say--got the easy way out. Heartwarming, wonderful in that way that Hallmark hopes to mimic every time, isn't it?

There's work still to be done. I haven't seen Dr. Deus Ex Machina around here to pick up his shift everywhere else.

Say Dr. Jimmy, (I wasn't aware that was your official moniker) I can't help but notice it looks like you're trying to get an Eden of your own. The least she could do is pick up an accent. I guess that's what the button nose is for. Right?

( filtered to the clinic; )

Ice cream? Please, you've got to be kidding me. I don't like ice cream.

I love it.

An over exposure to steam, like say a sauna or for most recent event relevance a steam engine, will reduce sperm count for one to five weeks. Contribute that to the no-brainer lung deficiencies. The more you know.

I'm curious to know what an ipod looked like with that technological slant. A gramophone the size of a brick?

Filtered to Chase::Unhackable;
You can borrow this. Don't get too attached. It's festive and might save you explaining time. Unless you want a crutchpurse.
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Private to Eden::Unhackable;
Your work space is a mess.
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[ooc; Going to work, lovelies. I'll be back laters with tags and such.]

The counseling love-in and other shoulder to cry on services is provided by the hospital only. Ask for Dr. Sahl. No more questions or gab sessions about the curse. If you're oh so compelled, do it on your own time off of the clock over whatever fruity cocktail you have your friend order because you don't want to look like a weenie.

Moving right a long.

Sicko roll call. Holla atcha boy. In the absence of Foreman that'd be me. I want a head count and full tally. Complaints will be disregarded or given to Chase, sob stories go to Cameron and awkward sexual side effects to treatment will go to Returner.

Staff--God, I hate that word--besides coming up with a team name we've got a new case. He's too interesting for the hospital. (Two dings in one post, but who is counting.) 

Wilson, the masses are concerned. I had no idea I was your spoke's person. I would have made preparations.

[ooc; New case. Oh boy...]