So, I have been a fan of House since it started. I was familiar with Hugh Laurie's work on Black Adder, and found him to be an impressive actor. The show has been a Monday night staple in my home.
Last night was the season premier. House is put into a hospitol to recover from vicoden addiction, and is held over for treatment of his other issues. Now, I love puzzles, which is why I am such a fan of the show. This episode wasn't such a puzzle. If only life could be as easy as film and television. Everything is fixed up in a neat little package at the end of the show.
It did say good things about the idea of taking meds. There are a lot of us who don't like to take the meds. I think I am like the character of House, in that I think I will lose who I am on meds. However, I too want to get better. I want to be happy. I have always seen my senses about people as a good thing. I tell my husband that I would not trust it (my bad vibes I get about some people) if it had not been proven correct so many times. It is like it is a safety vest, an instinct that keeps me out of danger. Truth be told, when I have ignored it horrible things have happened to me. But life locked inside four walls is no life either.
The show went overboard with the catatonic woman speaking after being given the music box. Recovery is not a light switch. It isn't so easy. But I would agree that being doped to the gills is no recovery strategie either. It is a fine line and knowlegable doctors know the difference.
But there are medical professionals out there who are out to drain insurance companies and make a buck. But that is a subject for another blog.
We haven't come that far from One Flew Over The Cookoo's Nest. I guess we have a lot to do.