My wife’s favorite show is “House.” I like it too, I like Hugh Laurie, I always loved Fry & Laurie’s droll English humor, and he was a great Bertie Wooster (again with Mr. Fry). It does not surprise me that someone our age could be so taken with this show.
The show itself is consistently entertaining, but there’s a much greater attraction at work here. Each episode is the story of heroic, brilliant doctors solving almost impenetrable medical problems that present in patients who vary from rich to indigent. All of the problems are neatly solved in one hour, and there never seems to be any mention at all of billing. The no billing part, that’s the miraculous aspect.
Are you an American citizen, dear reader? Do you happen to live in that God besotted country? Can you imagine a universe in which difficult medical problems can be handled with such aplomb, without reference to money? A universe without the need for healthy people to worry about coming down with something that will wipe them out and ruin their families, probably in addition to killing them? A universe, at least, that is not commonly known as “France?”
It is comforting to vacation in a dream world where doctors are dedicated, helpful professionals; where severe medical afflictions are not financial deal-breakers; where medical providers are not money hungry “death panels;” where life is a child’s fantasy of hope.
So, we watch House.