So Stepson has a little quirk about him: he loves the TV show House, MD. God, what a shame.
The other night he was watching while I was next to him on the couch reading my Currrent’s Medical Diagnosis and Treatment. I’d seen some diseases in the SICU that morning that I was a little unfamiliar with and wanted to get boned up on them before tomorrow. During a commercial he turned around and asked me:
“Are you seeing what he has in your book? What do you think it is?”
I stopped, looked at him, and pointedly said:
“I hate House. I don’t know what this guy has, nor do I honestly care. I’m studying some stuff I saw today and need to know for tomorrow.”
He shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and said:
“Well I freaking love this show. It’s so awesome! I bet that’s how it is in the hospital, huh?”
To which I had to inform him that there is no way that a doctor, no matter how talented, gets to walk into an OR where the patient’s abdomen is wide open without a surgical cap, mask, and sterile gown and be allowed to place their hands directly into an open wound – even if he had on sterile gloves - which he didn't (event occurred just prior to commercial where he made these remarks). So, no, it’s all crap and that is what I hate about it.
He didn’t seem to care, and watched the remainder of the show intensely. At least he enjoys himself, but damn! Why does he have to like that show?