Dr. Greg House, MD

I should have anticipated another mistletoe curse. Oh well. Who doesn't like the day after regret and feeling that you may have contracted some virus or another?

Be on the look out for Mono. Because that would be a Christmas present that keeps on giving. Or Hanukkah if that's how you go. In honor of Foreman I'll say Kwanza.

If you are experiencing more than two of the following do something about it:

1. Fatigue even with a lot of rest.
2. A sore throat that won't quit even after antibiotics
3. Persistent fever
4. Swollen lymph nodes at your neck and arm pits, if you don't know what those are look for another symptom
5. Swollen tonsils
6. Persistent headache
7. Skin rash, when you say you have one don't show people. Wait to be asked. No one likes a friendly flasher.
8. Loss of appetite maybe make a note of the last thing you ate.
9. Nightsweats this should be particularly noticeable because it's winter.
10. Swollen spleen if you can't tell, look for another symptom.

Most importantly, if you think you have mononucleosis, tell whatever professional physician you believe you have it or else it maybe musical diagnosis. 

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.]

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...]

I haven't been home in way to many days. Vicodin supply is decent. Nurses are still in that hazy 5 to 7 on a ten scale. I think that in case of an emergency I'll be stashing some Penthouse magazines in my office. And a temperpedic pillow.

Whether or not this late night movie madness is a curse or someone else's booboo (wouldn't be the first time), it's interesting to see the stages of death in fast forward.

• Pallor Mortis -> Instantaneous upon infection. At least that is what it looks like through a telescope. Dr. Peep. N. Tom, present.
• Algor Mortis -> I wasn't able to get a hands on check for that. Didn't look like the infected had a sense of temperature. Or at least were smart enough to sport coats. How nice of them.
• Rigor Mortis-> Got stiffed by the City.
• Livor Mortis-> Brief, very brief by the looks of it. Then again, a cappilary study from my crowsnest wasn't happening.
• Decomposition -> The last stop on the infection freak train. No CGI here.

Whatever this is or whatever we want to call it, Necroflu, cold death, zombiAIDs, it is too contagious to study under a microscope given the rate it spreads. I guess it is a breed of retrovirus-something that attacks RNA. Which leads me to an exciting point: when the infected or food run out, how long do we wait until all of this is considered 'passed.' We don't know where it came from. Do we know where it is going?

I want to go home just as much as everybody else does. I suggest an extended lock down. But only if window watching gets any better. This would have been a blockbuster. Until someone watched Jurassic Park. The mixed media interrupted the tone and flow of plot. I'll have to take my B rating down to a D for straight to DVD in the two dollar bin at Walmart.