Good morning, sick people!

If you are planning to go to clinic at PPTH: Don't!
If you are sent to a certain Dr. House: Flee!
If you are really sick: Get well on your own!
If you can't get well on your own: Is there a doctor in the house???

I'm tired, I'm stoned (er...a bit..okay?) and I'm definitely not in the mood for clinic duty today.
Cuddy promised me this day off, but guess what?
Foreman's still not there and so it's my turn again.
Thank God it's Friday and I can already catch a glimpse of the upcoming weekend.

I'm a bit exhilarated when I think of tomorrow and I'm on tenterhooks what Cuddy will say when she notices she's going to be a witness. I hope she's annoyed! And I hope she'll need no gun license for her cleavage...

Guess what she told me? Jail's doctor's ill, so all the sick convicts will turn up here, accompanied by warders, of course.
Yes! You're right. I'm waiting for someone special to show up at surgery...Room 3, please...