Wilson is up helping out now, trying to figure out if the kid has cancer. Much discussion of something called Kawasaki’s disease. I bet one of you knows what that is. Wilson warns House about how dangerous obsession is, as he’s even trying to use the old lady’s X-rays to diagnose the kid. House goes to do some diagnostics himself. He inserts a wire into the kid’s heart, which unfortunately causes cardiac arrest. He’s resuscitated with the paddles, and House dives in again. I recently read in the New Yorker that Americans have a huge misunderstanding of resuscitation results because it succeeds something like 90% of the time on out doctor shows, but only 15% in real life.

Ruh-roh, Cuddy’s here! She throws House off the case and takes over. House still has a tiny piece of the kid’s tumor stowed away in the fridge, and Cameron says with a piece that size she can run maybe three tests. So, they have to decide which diseases to test for. The first test comes back negative, which in this situation is not what they’re looking for, since they’ll have to run another test with another tiny piece of tumor. Second test is much fancier, with a computer instead of a stupid old microscope! But still, they come up with nothing. House goes into the kid’s room just to stare at him. That would be creepy in real life. Cuddy comes in and is obviously at a loss as well, since she asks House if he’s come up with anything.

House goes outside at dawn to brood, but Wilson comes out to share his excitement over winning the poker tournament. He had pocket aces. Upon hearing that, House stares off into space, and viola, he’s figured out the kid’s illness! That’s becoming a bit formulaic. Tests, tests, tests, no results, someone makes some offhand remark in the last five minutes, House has it solved! House wants to run the last test on a disease the Outhouses think they’ve already ruled out. House is right. Duh. He’s rather relieved, because now the ghost of Esther can’t haunt him anymore. The show closes out with Wilson and House playing cards and discussing barnacle penises.

What did you think? Was the extended metaphor too tortured, or did you like seeing Wilson and House banter and flirt manfully?

Posted by Kat on April 18, 2006 10:50 AM