When tonight's episode began, I was worried I was watching that terrible movie The Guardian because it started with a Coast Guard rescue. Well, I assume that was a terrible movie, because I'd never go see something that terrible. But I digress. In the helicopter was a woman, freshly rescued, shivering and soaking wet. Down below was her husband/boyfriend, and a rescuer, trying to get the husband/boyfriend to let go of the luggage he was holding. Well, bad news, they're out of fuel, so either the husband/boyfriend needs to let go of the luggage or get left behind. So he goes underwater, and it looks like he makes himself pass out for a second to let go of the luggage, and he gets hoisted up. He immediately goes to his wife to check on her, and he starts speaking in Spanish, saying she's sick. What was in the luggage? Her medical records. They need to go see Dr. House. And then she pukes all over everybody. Well, at least she did in my mind.

I'm gonna hurl.

Is House really that well known that a couple of Coast Guard guys off the coast of Florida know who he is? Well, for the purpose of the show he apparently is. The patient and her husband get to the hospital, but House is nowhere to be found and he's not answering Cuddy's calls. Where is he? Why, he's leading the celebration in Foreman's going away party. Except, not exactly. He's in the cafeteria spying on Foreman and his goodbye party. Wilson wanders into the cafeteria and finds House though, since whenever Cuddy can't reach House, she calls Wilson. House is refusing to see his patient because she didn't have an appointment, and because she didn't reach "terra firma" and probably because he's busy with the spying. Wilson says the woman has 10 different things wrong with her, including pains all over. Then the conversation turns to Foreman leaving, and Wilson tells House to show Foreman that he cares. House plays the guitar he got in 8th grade, he's lived in the same apartment for 15 years, and he never changes his underwear; he's not good with change.

Subtle.

To cover the whole water-rescue thing, these people were defecting from Cuba to see House because the wife is sick. Now, with the medical records lost, none of the LittleHouses have an idea what could be wrong. And on top of them disappointing House in that way, none of them are certified deep-sea divers either. Talk about useless. While this is going on, Foreman is checking his email, which is what I would do if I was about to leave my job. Well, if I even showed up. But, House says Cuba has good doctors, they're just not equipped with the high-tech scanning devices. Cameron goes to run an MRI, and Chase is told to check the husband, because if both the husband and wife have similar conditions, his can be eliminated, leaving them with whatever is making her sick. Giving that a little thought doesn't really seem to make a lot of sense, but hey, I'm not doctor. Wait, am I? Sometimes I can't remember. I practice medicine out of the back of my van, which I park in an alley, so I think that actually does make me a doctor.

Treadingonme, PHD

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