Poor little Sammy was the canary in the coal mine. First he gets a cold, then Paul, and then Michele. This whole week we've been battling some sort of nasty virus. So we're a bit delinquent in updating our blog. The good news is that we seem to be on the mend.
Too bad there isn't a real Dr. Gregory House, MD -- we could have used him this week...
JILL: My joints have been feeling all loose, and lately I've been feeling sick a lot. Maybe I'm overtraining; I'm doin' the marathon, like, ten miles a day,
[House looks tired]
JILL: but I can't seem to lose any weight.
HOUSE: Lift up your arms.
[she does so]
HOUSE: You have a parasite.
JILL: Like a tapeworm or something?
HOUSE: Lie back and lift up your sweater.
[she lies back, and still has her hands up]
HOUSE: You can put your arms down.
JILL: Can you do anything about it?
HOUSE: Only for about a month or so. After that it becomes illegal to remove, except in a couple of states.
[he starts to ultrasound her abdomen]
JILL: Illegal?
HOUSE: Don't worry. Many women learn to embrace this parasite. They name it, dress it up in tiny clothes, arrange playdates with other parasites...
JILL: Playdates?
HOUSE: [shows her the ultrasound] It has your eyes.
[it's a baby]
