Breathe, wheeze, breathe Man, I hate it when I get so pissed off at a television show that I can't watch anymore. The current sinner is House. A girl has a chest xray that shows some cloudiness on it, and House is already writing her off as stage 4 terminal chest cancer with 6 months to live. On a single chest x-ray. he also states that there was "hilar lymph node swelling". Okay, if House was my doctor I would have kicked him in the balls and gotten a second and third opinion and then gone to another state and gotten and fourth and fifth opinion and then sued House for breathing my air. My chest xray had a shadow on it that also showed "hilar lymph node swelling". I went through MONTHS of CTs, PETs, blood draws, more x-rays, more blood draws and uring tests and eventually a surgical biopsy to show that I had Sarcoidosis, not cancer, not lymphoma. And we wonder why everyone is so freaky now, when we have tv shows that write people off with terminal cancer based on one test. Is it any coicidence that we are a nation of pill-popping hypochondriacs? Cripes. And House really is some fine television but this is the SECOND time this show has pissed the hell out of me for throwing diagnoses around (the other time was for throwing around a Sarcoid diagnosis, go figure). In other news, today is the 43rd anniversary of the Mary Kay Company, which Mary Kay started with some jars of homemade skin care and seven people.
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