I was watching “House” the other day. It was the episode where they treat a homeless woman who is having seizures. About twenty minutes in I made a startling realization: I know what’s wrong with this woman.
“Sensitivity to light...violence and aggression...bats where she sleeps…she’s got rabies!”
(I had just recently listened to an episode of “This American Life” which talked about the symptoms of rabies.)
Now, I am not a doctor, so I gave the episode the benefit of the doubt. “Surely this team of professionals would have thought of, and already ruled out rabies as a possible diagnosis.” But low and behold, forty minutes later…
“My god…it’s rabies!”
I BEAT HOUSE TO A DIAGNOSIS!
You’re damn right it’s rabies, Foreman! If I existed in your TV world, that fictional woman would be ALIVE right now!
