Hoooouuuussse!

I resisted watching House for a long time. I'm not much into medical dramas and House hadn't grabbed my attention. That is, until Rachel started watching it. It's a good show so, of course, once I started watching it, I kept watching. I don't find it must-see every week like Galactica or Pushing Daisies, but Dr. House is an interesting character and a "positive" portrayal of an atheist and so a rarity on television.

What really gets me, though, is how doggone certain House is for every diagnosis. Some poor schlub of a patient with bizarre symptoms ends up in his hospital and House and his team of diagnosticians try theory after theory on him until, just before the end of the show, they figure it out. But for each of the ten diagnoses made during the hour, House is absolutely sure that his current theory is correct. That is, until there's a sudden reversal that nearly kills the patient. Then it's on to the next theory.

I understand that the methods shown are probably a decent simulation of actual diagnostic medicine, and that doesn't bother me. It's just House's inexplicable, unflappable certainty when he's actually wrong 9 out of 10 times. You'd think that a little doubt might soak in.

In that way, House is just like a cold reader. He keeps trying until he finally gets a hit.