Dr.House

A new doctor in the house (haha) and Mea Culpa

2007-10-09T19:52:00.000+02:00

Mood: slightly tired
Drinking: coffee
Eating: nothing
Listening to: Once Upon A Time: The Battle Of Life And Death - Good Charlotte

Mea culpa.
Mea maxima culpa.
Yes, I know I told you I'd write more frequently here again now...
Yes, I know that this turned out to be...not true.
And yes - I vow to do it now. At least I'll try.

There's a buttload of work for me, I'm back on my cane and back on other things.
But let me tell you about the new doctor. He took up employment here at PPTH in September and he's an oncologist. So far, so good. I did not meet him for quite a while although it was originally me who was told to show him around the hospital. But I was...aaaah....tied up with business, you know? Urgent cases, clinic duty, hiding....You know what I mean.

It was the morning of September 15, 8 days to go until our 11th anniversary. (Some of the readers might remember that Jim and me met on the 23rd of September, 1996.) I was lingering in my chair sipping my coffee and watching Jim preparing scrambled eggs.
"Are they ready yet?" I asked.
"No, hun, in a few minutes."
I took another sip of my coffee. "Are they ready yet?"
Jim glanced over his shoulder - slightly puzzled. "No? Didn't you hear me?"
I sighed and looked out of the window. "Are they ready yet?"
No glance back, but his shoulders tightened. "No..."
"Now?"
"NO!"

I chuckled into my coffee and thought about how easy it sometimes was to unnerve my honeybunny.
Jim shook his head and served the scrambles eggs.
"Thank you, darling", I beamed at him with the most beautiful smile I had to offer and with a twinkle in my eyes. Jim blinked, bent down and kissed me softly.
"I just can't be cross with you when you're like that...", he sighed and ruffled through my hair.
I sighed deeply as well and then began to devour my scrambled eggs after I poured a bit of English Brown Sauce over them. "Sho", I chewed, "anyshing shpeshial today?"
Jim looked up at me, paused for a while and nodded slowly. "Yeeeeeees....."
"Mpf?", I asked and swallowed. He looked slightly uncomfortable.
"Um...you'll meet the new doctor....because....uh...ehm..er....you are supposed to oversee his project with me."
"Oh."
I was not really brimming over with enthusiasm for this. The last time I was forced to help an assistant doctor with his project it all ended disastrous and said doctor ended up in a nuthouse after attacking Jim and Chase and doing some other stupid things. Well, some of you might still remember.
Jim smirked a bit and shrugged. "Uh...yes...It was not my idea, by the way."
I leaned back in my chair and finished my coffee. "Yah, I know Cuddy loves me."
With these words I put my plate and mug into the dishwasher and went into the bedroom to dress.
"Want to join me for a while?", I purred with a melting gaze at Jim.
He jumped up, put his dishes away and joined me for half an hour.

At PPTH we both checked in at the reception desk, blew us a kiss and each vanished into his office. Standing in the doorframe I stopped a bit surprised. A large mug of Pumpkin Spice Latte was waiting for me - together with a cinnamon muffin. I frowned, threw my backpack aside and approached my desk.
The odor floating up to me was beguiling for a coffee junkie like me and at first I did not see the note:

Knitting my brow I sat down and studied the note. T.A.? Who the heck was that? And why would I meet him or her in the afternoon?
Glancing up I saw Cuddy passing my door.
"Cuddyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?"
She stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Hoooooooouuuuuuuuuuse?", she answered and peeked into my office.
"Do I have an appointent in the afternoon?"
Cuddy sighed. "He did not tell you yet?"
"Who did not tell me what yet? T.A. that we have an appointment? Well...he or she did somewhen this morning", I said and waved with the note.
"No. Wilson."
I shook my head. "No."
Suddenly it began to dawn on me that T.A. must be the new doctor I was supposed to help.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah", I then launched out Napoleon-Dynamite-like. "Now...yes....uh...the new doctor."
Cuddy nodded slowly. "I hope you won't freak out..."
"Pfrrrrt. Why should I? I have no case - so why not help that guy with his project? Could be fun..."
"You look malicious", Cuddy stated and left my office with a nod.
I grinned, leaned back and enjoyed the Pumpkin Spice Latte.

And it was yummy!!!

The day was fairly uneventful and boring. I played a lot of mahjongg, tortured some colleagues and chose some all-my-eye-and-Betty-Martin-tasks for the students.
A few minutes to 3 p.m. Jim knocked at my door.
"Ready to face the enemy?", he grinned.
I sighed and arose. "Well....I have no choice. And the enemy already bribed me with Starbucks coffee this morning."
"Oh....sounds familiar", Jim said and rubbed his chin a bit.
I approached him and placed a small kiss on his forehead. "So...let's go."
James nodded and we walked down the hallway heading for the oncologists' conference room.
Before we entered, Jim placed his hand on my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes. "Now promise me not to freak out, okay, hunny?"
"Huh? Freak out? Why that?"
He patted my shoulder. "Just stay calm, will you?"
"Uh...sure?"
He then knocked and the door swung open.

There I stood, facing T.A.
There I stood, pondering whether I mistook L.A. for T.A.
There I stood, facing a man who looked exactly like Louis Allenby, He-who-must-not-be-named.
And I did not stand there for long.
Approximately three seconds.

"Fwlah?", I managed to "say", then shrieked and turned on my heels to betake myself to flight.
I ran screaming down the hallway and did not feel embarassed at all.
On my stampede I almost ran over Cuddy, pushed several patients out of my way and left about 35 people with turned heads and dropped jaws.
Jim found me underneath my desk a few minutes later.
"Damn, GREG! I told you not to freak out!!!"
"Nnnngh....", I just replied and crawled a bit further away from him.
"Greg....don't be silly...come out."
"A....A.....A....Allenby...", I stammered and refused to leave my shelter.
"The Greg House I know does not hide underneath desks...", Jim tried it again.
Behind him, the pale face of T.A. appeared.
"Have I done anything wrong?", he asked and I whimpered from beneath the desk.
"Uh...", Jim began, "...no. It's just the way you....look."
T.A. looked blank. "The....way I look?"
He seemed to ponder whether he was ugly or not. (No, he is not. In fact, he's fairly handsome.)
The blank look was replaced by a something-like-that-never-happened-to-me-before-look. "But..."
Jim raised his hands. "I know that sounds weird. I'll explain that to you as soon as he has calmed down."
T.A. nodded, rubbed his neck and then bent down to face me. "Dr. House? Ex...excuse me...I did not want to cause any inconvenience...."
That British accent....
He reached out his hand. "My name is Allenby."
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!", was my only answer.
Allenby boggled and now Jim's face appeared in front of mine.
"Sh, hunny, sh....all is well....this is not Louis."
I blinked and peeked around him to examine T.A.
"Louis?", the-man-resembling-Louis-Allenby asked. "My cousin?"
"Cousin?", I asked back.
"Yes....my cousin....he's not well at the time...I guess you know him. Uh...and obviously it was no pleasant...acquaintance..."
I inched a bit closer and eyed him carefully. No, this was not Louis Allenby, although the resemblance was striking.
All over sudden I felt a deep blush appear on my face.
"Dammit", I thought. "Fuck! That was embarassing!!!"
I covered my d'oh-feeling with a broad grin, came out and shook his hand.
"Tristan Allenby", he smiled a bit shy.
"Gregory House", I replied and smirked. "Sorry for the welcome prank..."
Jim behind him slightly raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
Allenby nodded and smiled now apparantly relieved.

Well...we went back to the conference room and I guess I saved my face.

Summer break is over - One year of blogging

2007-08-31T16:08:00.000+02:00

Yes!
Summer break is over and I even managed to finish my last entry about that very special Tuesday night....
Be prepared....it can be found below that entry.
I made myself scarce - I know that.
And I am really sorry for that.
I am still busy but I will try to write here more frequently again.
I know I will find the time and I want to.

Well....and there is something to celebrate today.
Today is the first birthday of my blog!
I started to write here on 08/31/06.
Geez, how time flies.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG!

Ta-Daaaaaaa!

Feel free to take a piece of cake.

Tuesday night

2007-07-30T00:48:00.000+02:00

Tuesday night made up for all the crap since Saturday evening - really.
Jim already told you about the horrible day we had.
It was more than crappy.
Unspeakable.
The-day-that-must-not-be-spoken-of.
Yes!
That's what it will be called now. The-day-that-must-not-be-spoken-of.

I was more than glad when James broke our silence - by accident or not, I was glad. What followed was the worst brawl we ever had and I suppose our abominable mood had much to do with the lack of sex in the last weeks. Since we've been together, we had no such time and are really not used to this.
Well, yes, we had cuddling and kissing....but always when it started to become ... more, Jim pulled away and reminded me of my wounds. I know that he was right - sure. But it was so frustrating and I bit the pillow more than once while Jim had several cold showers.
So I was glad he broke the silence that special Tuesday. That day when I received a letter from Dr. Featherstonhaugh. A letter that made me smile from one ear to the other.
But I should tell you about this later.

We've been to that wonderful restaurant Tuesday evening and at first I got really scared because I thought the appointment he cancelled there had been a date.
Yes, sometimes I am silly like that and I know that I am jealous.
How different was the way back compared to the way to the restaurant! James was slightly tipsy, but that was not the only difference. The self-imposed ice was broken and we leaned there to each other and held our hands not caring what the cab driver would think or not.
I could not wait to arrive at our appartment and James seemed to feel the same. His hand wandered up my neck, caressed it and then pulled me close into a long, slow and tender kiss that completely swept me from my feet. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmh", I just moaned an wrapped both arms around him. The kiss seemed endless and the cab driver had to clear his throat several times.
"Sirs?"
....
"Sirs...."
....
Some hemming. "Sirs!"
We slowly pulled away from each other, watched the other one's lips slightly dizzy-headed and then looked at the hackie.
"Sirs....you are at home..."
"Oh...", we both said. Jim nodded slowly and paid him while I already got out of the car and awaited him at the door. I heard the cabby wish us a nice evening and watched James approaching me as the cab left. Unable to move I just looked at him. My knees felt like jelly and all I wanted was another kiss and dissolving into his arms to experience some more wonderful things I missed for a long time.
He stopped a few inches away from me and pulled me into another kiss which almost made me keel over. It took a while until I realized that the source of the distant, deep-throated purring was me.
When I opened my eyes again I looked into darkened and dilated brown ones.
"I think....I...I....I think we better go in now", James stammered and squeezed past me to unlock the door.

We both entered our appartment and managed not to pounce on each other immediately in the hallway.
I took a deep breath, watered the roses and lit some candles in the bedroom (yes, I had something in mind) while Jim rummaged in the kitchen until I heard the popp of the champagne bottle.
"Baaaaaabes?", he called. "Where aaare you?"
I smiled. "Heeeere!"
I stuffed away my sportscoat and turned around when I heard Jim step in.
"Oh...", he said and looked around. He then offered me a glass of champagne. "Darling..."
I thanked him and took it out of his hand. We both shivered a bit when our fingers touched for some seconds and had to grin.
"Phew...whow...", Jim smiled and I just took another deep breath. After clicking glasses and taking a first sip we both sat down on our bed. Jim did not appear that tipsy now and we both began "I am glad..."
We looked at each other and laughed lightly. "You first", Jim gestured.
I sighed. "I just wanted to tell you that I am glad this silence is over. And I am sorry for being that stubborn."
James smiled at me. "I wanted to tell you exactly the same."
He took my glass and put it on his nightstand together with his own. "It seems as if I had to wait for that forever", he then whispered (which really made me gulp), took me by my collar and looked deeply into my eyes.

I could not stand this any longer, pushed him back into the mattress and began to cover his face with kisses before I found his lips, parted them with my tongue and kissed him deeply and with quickly growing passion. My hands found their way underneath his shirt and before I was aware I took it off I already realized that Jim had removed mine. His bare chest looked more than inviting, the skin so soft and the candlelight wrapped him into a warm glow.
I sighed, bent down and kissed my way down from his throat to his belly.
Jim uttered a deep moan and arched slightly which made me swallow hard (and hardened other parts of me even more...). He grabbed my hair and drew me back up to him. The bulge in my trousers met his and we both gasped, moaned and clung to each other.
I heard Jim breathing heavily into my ear and I knew that I surely sounded the same.
"M..m...my God...", James stammered and lifted my head by the chin to look into my eyes again.
"So beautiful...", he whispered and the warm and wanting look in his eyes made me shiver once more. He then sighed deeply, rubbed his forehead and cursed under his breath. "Dammit!"
I was puzzled and raised an eyebrow. "Hum?"
Jim wrung his hands. "Dammit!!!", he repeated. "Your wounds....you know that it would not be wise to..."
"Shhhh", I smiled and put my finger on his lips. "I got a letter today..."
Now it was Jim's turn to look puzzled. "A letter? So.....what?"
My smile turned into a broad mixture of a grin and a leer. "A letter from Dr. Featherstonhaugh telling me I can do whatever I want to now. Whatever I want to..."
James stared at me for some seconds, then blinked and growled a deep-throated "Ooooooooooh YESSSSSS!" to grab my shoulders and throw me on my back.
"Whoooooh!", I was just able to rejoice before he ripped off the last of our clothes, parted my legs and made us become one with one hard and deep movement.
My eyes popped wide open, we both gasped and stared at each other. Shaking like leaves we clung to the other one's shoulders and Jim bent down to kiss me deep and tenderly. "God...I missed you...", he said in a trembling voice - I could just nod slowly. He kissed me once again - more demanding now and I was already about to scream when he started to move.
"This.Won't.Last.For.Long", Jim stammered and I perfectly knew what he meant.
And he was right.
We both came after four or five strokes still wanting more.
"I told you....", Jim began.
"U-huuuuuh", I moaned, embraced him with my legs and started to move again.
Jim growled, moaned and bent down to kiss and bite my neck. I was moaning his name and caressed his sides feeling love-dazed and wanting him so much I almost feared to go mad.
He made me sigh deeply, moved slow and tender and made several shivers run down my spine. My sighs turned into moans and the moans into screams, the screams into a final yell of lust.
Just to begin once again with making me sigh.

This lasted for hours - and it did not just feel like hours, no. It was beginning to dawn when we snuggled to each other finally and fell asleep.
"I love you, my wonderful husband", was the last thing Jim said to me that night. My answer was snuggling even closer and sighing deeply.

That night washed away all the unpleasant thoughts and fears and all the crap we went through the last weeks. It was more than wonderful. But I guess you already noticed that.

Spiderpig, Spiderpig...

2007-07-29T21:06:00.000+02:00

...does whatever a spiderpig can....

Yes, I will write about or very lovely Tuesday night.
Promise!
But first I have to shortly state that.

I talked Jim into watching the Simpsons movie with me - it was hilarious!
And now that Spiderpig-song is stuck in my head and fights with "I was taking a bath" (who knows my friend JoJo will maybe know what that means).
I am really considering if I should make this my new ringtone, but I think I'd go for the choir version then. (Guh, I'm such a nerd...)
Spiderpig.
Thanks to the guy who made this song!

Lapsing into silence

2007-07-24T14:31:00.000+02:00

Mood: sulky
Drinking: Cameron's damn cinnamon tea
Eating: Foreman's Oreos
Listening to: Direct to helmet - The Spinto Band

I lapsed into silence.
Jim did the same.
It is a deafening silence and I hate it.
But I started the thing because he yelled at me in the car on our way home - totally pissed off because of that bauble with Nitrous oxide.
It was fun!
And I knew he could handle the car, otherwise I would have never done that. Believe me or not: I like being alive. At least since I am with James. That incident with the trigger-happy artard showed me once again that I could never think of not being with him. Being dead would be horrible - just because it would mean not to be with him.

Well, I crossed my arms and fell silent after Jim yelled at me Saturday evening and did not talk since then. Jim is almost as stubborn as me and did not talk either. So we just creep around each other, avoid the other's glance straightfaced and share silent meals, silent evenings and silent bedtimes.
The worst thing is that we don't even touch each other! The lack of sex was bad enough, but we still had some cuddling and kissing. Now there is nothing. No talking, no cuddling, not even the smallest peck on the lips. Maybe that makes it easier for James, but I have the impression he takes as many cold showers as before. And I try to think the feelings down. My mind keeps working on former cases, my own condition, my attempts on walking without my cane, recovering, medical news and so on.

He still insists I should undergo treatment and rehab, he even scribbled down a post-it note for me yesterday morning at the breakfast table to remind me of my appointment with Dr. Featherstonhaugh. I just snorted and drowned my cereals in vanilla milk. Jim opened his mouth and I really expected him to say something, but he closed it again and the breakfast remained a silent one.

Jim left the house afterwards and I still had some hours left until I had to show up at Featherstonhaugh's doctor's office. It was tedious being alone at home with nothing to do and I distracted myself with playing a bit mahjongg and cursing "into my stubble" as James calls it. I was really upset and soon scolding my computer and the mahjongg bricks and slamming my cane to the table afterwards almost destroying it.
"DAMN FUCK!!!", I yelled and amassed my temples angrily. I popped my too-manyeth Vicodin from the bottle I hid from James and smashed my fist to the table.
"FUCK!", I yelled again because that really hurt.
With an unnerved sigh I switched on the TV and watched Spongebob until I had to leave. My mood was six feet under when I got on my motorcycle, put the helmet on and bombed down the road to the hospital. It got even worse when I was stopped by some daft cop because I was "speeding".
He promptly started to get in my hair with his annoying chewing gum. I got off the bike, took my sticker and ranted about an urgent case and that he was risking the life of my patient and so on. He was neither amused nor impressed but examined my eyes.
"Any drugs?", he chewed and looked at me slightly bored but interested at the same time.
I rolled my eyes. "Just Vicodin. I'm a chronic pain patient."
He looked closer into my eyes. "Have a prescription for that?"
"Sure!", I gnarled and showed him one.
He nodded and waved me literally aside. I got on my bike again, put on the helmet and bombed down the road again knowing I couldn't be charged twice because of speeding.

Finally I arrived at the PPTH with a grim smile, parked my Honda at my handicapped parking and reluctantly went inside then. My watch told me I was already late which made me swear again. That damn cop.
I nodded grumpily at the nurses there and almost wanted to check in at the reception when I remembered that today I was here as a patient. So I just stepped into the escalator and headed for Featherstonhaugh's office.
He startled a bit when I entered without knocking as usual. A small man with dark hair, round glasses and a beak arose from his chair to greet me.
"Dr. House..."
I nodded.
"Dr. Featherstonhaugh." He reached out his hand and I looked down at it for a while before I took and shook it. "I am the one who operated you. Under the scouting of Dr. Wilson, Dr. Cuddy, Dr. Foreman, Dr. Chase and Dr. Cameron", he grinned.
"My husband and my gang", I nodded. "Thank you."
"Your....oh....I didn't know that...", Featherstonhaugh sat down again. "I always thought Dr. Wilson was the heartthrob here."
I shrugged. "He is."
"Interesting", Featherstonhaugh smiled and gestured me to the surgery couch. "Okay, let's examine your wounds."
He checked everything, told me that the healing process was quite fine and I inwardly rolled my eyes 'cause I already knew that. I still thought I did not need any appointments here.
"You disagree?"
"Uh...no...I knew it was okay."
"Aha...I see. And you think you do not need to visit me."
"I don't just think, I know."
Featherstonhaugh leaned back a bit and smiled at me. "Well, I might know more than you in at least one point. Dr. Cuddy wants you to come here; you have to come to our appointments, Dr. House."
Oh, I was SO glad to hear that!
And SO glad about the rehab he proposed. Thank you, Cuddy!

Grumpier than before I left the room and made my way to the diagnostic department. As I entered the common room to fetch a biiiig mug of coffee there, all three ducklings sat over a file and lifted their heads.
Cameron jumped up and rushed over to me. "Dr. House!"
She hugged me and I just stiffened and stared at her.
Chase and Foreman patted my back and seemed to have forgiven me that sex store delivery thing. (Or they are not sure if it was really me...)
Foreman looked at my facial expression and grinned broadly. "Good things never change - a true ray of sunshine again...."
Cameron was determined to pamper me and brought cinnamon tea, cookies and a cushion (!) before she sat down next to me and almost seemed to crawl into me with a concerned face. They made me tell them about my last weeks, my progress and everything.
"What a pity Dr. Wilson could not stay at home with you for longer", Cameron sighed and patted my hand. I withdrew it immediately and just nodded.
"He feels quite lucky now to be at work, I assume", I thought and just changed the subject.
A quarter of an hour later I decided to leave as they refused to show me any new cases and interesting patients. "We know you would not leave at all then. You still have to recover", they said almost simoultaneously.
A snort was my only answer and my feet automatically led me to Jim's office.
I stood there for a while and thought about going inside. But if I did, I would have to say hello and be the first to break the silence. If I did not, Jim would feel he had to ask me about my appointment, I thought and turned around. (I did not know then that Cuddy would tell him everything about my appointment...Thanks again!)

Unfortunately I was a true schlimazel (as Jim might call it) on Monday...
I felt the urge to buy me a cold Reuben without pickles in the cafeteria and guess who I met?
Yes!
Right!
Dr. F.! Tenacious M!
I heard him roar from far. "Ciao, Dottore House!!!"
He came over to me and hugged me for quite a while totally oblivious of the fact I obviously tried to squirm out of this situation.
"Dio, you look good!", he beamed at me when he finally stopped holding me close.
I brushed some invisible crumbs from my sportscoat and just glared at him.
"And what do you think of me?", he dared to ask and showed me a new suit underneath his labcoat.
"You have a face for the radio....", I grunted and made him happier than ever.
That idiot!
He kept patting my shoulder, put his arm around me every now and then and pestered me in every way I never wanted until I barked at him to stop it.
This just put a foolish smile on his face - unbelievable!
I escaped and went to Cuddy because I wanted to complain and explain to her why I did not need to see Featherstonhaugh.
I was a jinx again. No one there.

When I turned and headed for the parking lot the worst thing ever happened. I passed the gents rooms and heard someone moan and sigh. Of course I thought there was someone sick and peeped in. (Out of curiosity, not to help.)
What I then heard I surely won't forget that soon....
A male voice still sighed and moaned and then there was another noise I tried to define. I raised an eyebrow and thought about what this could be when this voice suddenly moaned "Greeeeeg.....ooooh......Gregoryyyyyyyy...."
Wide-eyed I stared at the toilet doors and felt a bit sick in my stomach. This voice belonged to Tenacious M, no doubt.
A "Buah!" escaped my mouth and I left the building as quickly as possible. "Ewwwwwwww!", I thought, shook my head and got on my bike. This was so disgusting. When I put my helmet on I saw him coming out of the door with a cloudy face, smile and wave at me.
"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" I thought again and drove away as fast as I could.

I really felt the urge to talk with James yesterday evening. I longed to feel his arms around me, to kiss and cuddle and of course even more. He just nodded at me when he came home and another silent evening began. I was way too stubborn to say anything and so I sat there dreaming of James pushing me down on bed and doing all the things I was longing for for soooooo long now.
No wonder my mood was six feet under again when I went to bed.

Recovering

2007-07-22T22:01:00.000+02:00

Mood: cuddly
Listening to: A smile in a whisper - Fairground Attraction
Drinking: coffee

No, I am not dead.
Of course not - I wrote the last entry, didn't I?
Jim told me though I almost died and had to be brought back...Well, I suppose that was the moment I suddenly found myself standing behind him in the sitting room.
What do they say in this song? The journey home is never too long - the heart arrives before the train. Seems to be true.

In the meantime I almost died again. This time of boredom and annoyance.
Do you still remember Dr.F? Tenacious M? Yes? Do you? He's not dead, either. No, I just chose not to write about him. When I lay in my sickbed he pestered me every single rotten day with his visits - horrible!
Foreman thought this was awfully funny...The grin did not leave his face and I wished I could wipe it off with a wire scratch brush. "So nice. I never expected any other doctor to be so interested in your wellbeing..."
I used to just glare at him and he left with that annoying grin still on his face.
You might have read in Jim's blog that I was quite a crucible for the nurses and doctors and they all were relieved and applauded when I left the PPTH.

Um...and he wrote about that little...incident with those posters, I assume. It was my last day there and I thought I could not bear it any longer. I desperately wanted to leave and maybe you know how long such hours until tomorrow can be when you really, really, really look forward to something. Foreman told me I was like a child waiting for Christmas Day, just much more annoying.
I tried to distract myself with Calvin & Hobbes and some Gary Larson comics - to no avail. I then went to visit Coma Guy and watched Napoleon Dynamite there. That was when my sick mind formed this idea...
So I snuck into Cuddy's office after she left the building and made a bunch of posters there. Afterwards I peeked out and checked if the hallway was safe, tiptoed back to my room and started to plaster the walls with "Vote for Wilson" posters. Believe me, I laughed my ass off while doing so...I really cried tears of silent laughter.
James was only slightly pissed off because of that and took me out of there nevertheless. I didn't even torture him with are-we-there-yets on our way to Point Pleasant 'cause I fell asleep immediately in the car. I only awoke because of a soft touch on my shoulder.
"Greg?", a tender voice asked me.
I slowly opened my eyes. "Mmmmmm?"
"We are there", Jim smiled and kissed my temple.
"Oh..." I stretched and rubbed my eyes and was not aware of the fact Jim already brought our stuff into the house. So the trunk was empty when I went around the car to fetch my bag.
Jim shortly embraced me from behind and kissed my neck. "Everything's in the house - except the most important thing of all....My husband."
I looked over my shoulder and beamed at him. Sometimes I still can't believe it. How can I be so lucky?
Jim took my hand and we went inside. "I prepared everything for you this week. I hope you'll feel well here, my love."
"Of course I will", I replied. "I'm out of the PPTH, far away from annoying doctors and half-assed nurses, in our house and with you!"
I was so determined to spend a nice evening with him but slept until the next morning instead of having a short nap.
Yes, I slept quite a lot the first days and had no time to become bored or a nag or a bored nag. Jim even thought of bringing my laptop there, a bunch of books and some issues of Calvin & Hobbes.

When I began to feel better and we started to have some short walks at the beach the sick minded ideas returned. One evening when James was already asleep I surfed the internet for gay sex stores.
No, not for me!
Jim and me were invited to a party by Chase and I was sure to meet Foreman there, too. Of course! So I ordered some weird stuff in his name and had it delivered to Chase's appartment - COD. I was damn sure Chase would pay when he saw it was Foreman's order. And hallelujah, he did!

We went to his party and everyone was all smiles and awfully nice, something that was really new to me. Isn't it a strange convention to be nice to people you actually hate just because they almost died? I'd never do that...
Foreman greeted me with a more forced smile.
"House! So nice to see you again!"
Chase joined him and just nodded with an equally forced on smile. "Really nice!", he grunted and I smiled innocently.
"Yes?"
Jim frowned and looked from Foreman to Chase to me and back again. "Uh....good evening and thanks for the invitation", he then friendly smiled.
"Oh, it is always a pleasure to have you around", Foreman answered and looked at me then with narrowed eyes.
"Did I miss something?", I asked with big blue puppy eyes.
Foreman's smile now resembled more a snarl. "I don't know?"
Jim began to become upset. "Could you please explain what you mean? Gregory wasn't even in the hospital the last week! I don't know what you are alluding to!" He put his arm around my waist and I was deeply stirred by his protection.
Chase just glared at me but Foreman replied with clenched teeth. "Someone - and I do not look at anyone here - ordered some very weird and strange stuff in my name at a sex store....It was delivered here. COD! And Chase payed for it!"
Jim stiffened a bit first but I was almost sure I heard him chuckle silently after a few seconds. "Really?", he and me asked simultaneously.
"Really!", Foreman grunted.
I smiled my most polite smile. "And was it useful?"
A snort was Chase's answer. "We have no idea how this stuff should be used. We do not even know what it is!"
"I wonder who does such things...", I said and rubbed my chin deep in thoughts.
"Hah!", Foreman just exclaimed and turned away to get himself a drink.
Chase followed him and Jim began to laugh.
"Greg! What have you done?"
I lifted my shoulders. "Nothing?"
He nudged my side. "C'mon, I know this was you...."
"Ouch!", I exclaimed and saw some stars sparkle behind my closed lids.
"Oh....ooooh...Greg...hunny....darling....I'm so sorry..."
I waved that aside. "I'm fine....I'm fine..."
Jim kissed my cheek. "I'm such an idiot..."
"Really, I'm fine..."
We sat down next to the table with the beer, wine and other nice beverages and I griped because Jim did not allow me to drink alcohol. "Darling...you are still recovering! And think of your pills!"
Pouting was of no use at all and I had to content myself with ginger ale, sodas and coke. And because time flies when you are having fun I decided one hour later I did not want to stay any longer.
"Can we go home, Jim? Please?"
Jim looked at me concerned. "Are you not feeling well, dear?"
"Just a bit tired..."
He nodded and smiled at me. "Sure, darling. let's go home."

Home meant back to Point Pleasant where I immediately changed into my red pjs and dropped to the couch. Jim joined me there and I spread out my arms. "Awww, dear", he sighed and embraced me fondly. We held each other close and I pulled him down with me. Soon we found ourselves kissing each other deeply not wearing our shirts anymore. I was caressing Jim's back and already moaning with anticipation when he suddenly pulled back.
"Greg, we can't do that."
I stared at him. "Pardon?!"
"We can't do that. Your wounds, dear."
"I don't give a shit to my wounds", I mumbled.
"But I do! I care a lot, you know?"
I tried my beaten-puppy-look.
"No, Greg!"
Hug-me-look.
"Stop that...."
"Pleeeeeeeeeze", I begged with my most pleading look.
To no avail. It was horrible.

And it still is! No sex since weeks! Just because of my damned wounds! I am sure I won't be hurt, but Jim insists it is too early although I can see that he really longs for...well...you know what. Amazing will power....really.
This feels like cold turkey! And I am a grumpy asshole because of that, I have to admit. (Speaking of assholes....I had a get-well-present delivered here...It was a t-shirt reading "Jesus loves you. Everyone else thinks you're an asshole!" Thank you, Foreman!!)
To distract myself I had something done to his car when he had to bring it to the garage. The turn signal did not work anymore, that was all. Well, I decided to play a little prank on him and...why not pimp his boring and slightly square car a bit?
He did not know about this Pimp my ride when he got the car back and did not find out about it until we drove back to Plainsboro yesterday...
He has to resume work this Monday again, pity.

Bang Bang (Annoyed)

2007-06-29T17:04:00.000+02:00

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound

It was Tuesday in the late afternoon.
I lay on the sofa, my arms wrapped around Jim's neck, feeling miles high and drowning in his eyes.

We had an awfully nice afternoon with some extended cuddling on the couch right after we came back from hospital. We entered the appartment, I threw my backpack in a corner, stretched with an "Awrrrrrr" and felt two arms embracing me from behind.
"What about some cuddling on the couch before we do anything else?", I heard Jim whisper into my ear and felt a pleasant shiver run down my spine.
"Sounds good to me", I murmured and was already softly pushed into the direction of our couch.
On the way Jim took my jacket off and put it on a chair. "Lay down, hun", he whispered again close to my neck and I gladly obeyed. "Love you", he murmured and bent over me to kiss my forehead. I wrapped my arms around him and we did not leave the sofa for the next two hours.

Jim tenderly caressed my cheek, looked into my eyes and sighed an "Oh my love...." I could just reply with another sigh and pulled him a bit closer to kiss him.
When we parted again, Jim swallowed hard. "Phew...what a wonderful afternoon..."
"Mhmmmmm", I replied lazily and caressed the back of his head. "My lovely husband", I smiled at him and he beamed back at me.
"Your lovely husband thinks coffee would be a great idea now", he grinned and reluctantly crawled out of my arms.
I sat up and stretched again. "Coffee! Yes! Brilliant thought!"
"I know, my little addict", Jim smirked and made his way into the kitchen.

I sat back contentedly and closed my eyes. A perfect afternoon, really.
"Heck, no! Shoot!", I suddenly heard him curse in the kitchen.
My eyes popped open. "What's up, dear? Everything okay?"
He peeped into the living room. "Nothing's okay."
I frowned. "Oh...did you hurt yourself?", I asked concerned.
Jim grinned. "No. But we have no coffee..."
"Catastrophe!", I exclaimed. "Pandora opened her box!"
Jim sighed. "Yes, it's a scandal..."
I got to my feet and grabbed my cane. "Your hero will save the world!"
Jim raised an eyebrow. "And what's the name of that hero? Cane-Man?"
I stuck out my tongue. "I did not think about that yet."
Grabbing my sport coat I pointed at him. "Whatever the name will be, I'll save us both and go and get some coffee. Anything else you'd fancy? I'll have a short walk to the little supermarket at the end of the road."
Jim rubbed his chin and pondered a while. "Fudge, please. And something for dinner."
With a nod I waved and turned around to leave the appartment.
"Wait", Jim said and approached me.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him approaching me. "Hm?", I asked.
"Take care, darling", he smiled and kissed me goodbye.

With a broad smile from one ear to the other I left our appartment and made my way to the supermarket. The air was warm and pleasant and had that typical smell of after-rain-summer-breezes. Looking up to the sky I wondered once again what I had done to deserve my luck. My luck, of course, was Jim. He was able to turn every single crappy moment into bright sunshine for me, to bear my grumpiness, my moods, my Vicodin consumption, my sometimes ill minded sense of humor and so much more. I kicked a small stone out of the way with my cane and continued walking down the road.

I was a bit surprised when I reached the supermarket and saw a very familiar blonde woman stepping out of the door. She was accompanied by a wealthy looking dark-haired man who almost was as tall as me.
"Oh now look what the cat brought here!", she exclaimed and nudged her companion's side.
"Julie?", he asked a bit puzzled and she gestured to me. "Gregory House, my former husband's best friend!"
I rolled my eyes with a snort. "Not so nice to meet you, Julie."
She nodded. "Just what I thought. I forgot you live here..."
Her new husband raised an eyebrow. "So that's Greg House? I heard a lot about you."
He even reached out his hand and I condescended to shaking it. "I bet you did. Julie always loved me..."
Julie crossed her arms. "So....how are you doing? Still addicted to your pills and hanging around with James consuming loads of Single Malt?"
I shrugged and grinned. "From time to time. I'm quite fine though."
"Yah", she nodded. "It was almost scary to see you walking - or should I say hobbling? - down the road with that smile on your face. I bet the hooker was good. Or you got a new prescription."
"Julie...", her husband tried to interrupt her, but she raised a hand. "He can handle this, don't worry. He's the greatest asshole and curmudgeon in the whole wide world."
"Ah, too much honor, Julie!", I replied with a smug smile. "Actually, I got a new prescription, yes. But no hooker...."
"Well", she shrugged, "you probably jerked off over your pills then."
"Julie, Julie", I tutted. "It's always the same. You confuse vulgarity with sarcasm...."
She turned to her blushing companion. "Now listen when the expert talks..."
The man smiled at me a little embarassed and uncomfortable and she continued. "So, how's James doing? Did he already marry again?"
I nodded. "Yes, he did so...Last November."
Now she looked slightly dumbfounded. "We've been divorced in November! And...he already married again then?"
"I told you so a few seconds ago, didn't I?"
"..."
I wanted to squeeze past her and enter the little supermarket, but she grabbed my arm. With an annoyed sigh I turned to her. "Don't touch me, or do you want to pay the dry cleaning?"
"Pft!", she answered. "Just tell me how he's doing."
"Well, Julie, he's doing good. Actually he's having the best time in his life now, I suppose. At least he told me so. And he told me he's deeply in love and never felt like this before he met...that person."
"Oh....", she just said. "He's happy then..."
"He is", I nodded.
She stared at her expensive Prada shoes. "I never managed to make him happy, I suppose."
I shrugged and entered the supermarket. "Bye!"

That was annoying. Julie was a true nag and one of the last persons I wanted to meet.
With an enervated expression on my face I searched the shelves for coffee. That supermarket was really small, but they had Segafredo and illy. I chose illy and turned to see what we could have for dinner.
"Salmon would be nice", I thought when the hubbub started.
A stupid looking guy with a mask and a hood brandished a gun and yelled at the man behind the counter.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "That damn dweeb", I thought. I just wanted to get my things and leave and was not in the mood for such crap.
So I just stood there, watched the other costumers hiding or laying down on the floor and that asswipe still brandishing his gun.
"Hey, asshole!", I addressed him. "Do me a favor and rob some other market, okay? You are bugging me!"
The guy flung around and just fired his gun.
"Damn douchebag!", I yelled at him and tried to approach him. But my feet did not want to move and I looked down at me in surprise. There was a quickly growing spot of blood on my belly and I touched it. When I withdrew my hand it was all red and I looked up at the guy again. He dropped his gun and ran out of the shop.
"Fuck", I muttered and shook my head. I felt strange and my head began to become dizzy. The world suddenly turned too quick and I sank to my knees.
I tried to get up again but could not. With a groan I noticed it was getting fairly cold and dropped to the floor. "Not again", I thought and tried to look at the still growing spot of blood. My shirt was already soaked and the guy behind the counter jumped over to me.
"Oh my God!", he exclaimed. "Call the ambulance!", he yelled at one of the customers.
"PPTH, please", I managed to say before my vision blurred and I passed out. God, how I missed Jim.

Next thing I knew was that I suddenly found myself in the living room. Jim sat on the couch and read some Byron, candles were lit and I thought "Geez, what a strange dream that was."
I embraced him from behind and kissed his neck. To my surprise Jim startled and looked around with wide eyes. "What the...", he muttered. I heard an awful sound, was dragged away and found myself in an ambulance. My eyes fluttered open and I looked at a man with a defibrillator. "He's back!", he yelled and I thought that there was no part of me that did not hurt before I closed my eyes again.

When I opened them, Jim tenderly caressed my cheek, looked into my eyes and sighed an "Oh my love...."

Hello to Woodland Hills

2007-06-18T16:17:00.000+02:00

Hey there, dear reader from Woodland Hills.
I hope you enjoy your visits.
Have yourself a cup of coffee.

Enjoy!

Feeling sorry

2007-06-17T19:25:00.000+02:00

Mood: slightly grumpy - don't know why; maybe because I'm sorry
Weather: sunny and pleasant
Eating: marshmallows
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Sitting on a fence - The Housemartins

Gee, I'm such a nerd for British music!
Do you know the Housemartins?
I love their music.
Aaaand I already phoned my dad for father's day. Jim reminded me of it.

But, well, that's not what I wanted to tell here.
I still feel sorry for leaving Jim at the London airport.
As you might have read on his blog...
Well...let me just tell you.

We spent some very pleasant days in London and I was able to show Jim around a bit - although I lived there as a child I still remembered some places. Some remembrances were quite unpleasant but I managed to cast them aside and just enjoy my time with him there.
I think the most wonderful day was the one we spent in Canterbury - one day before my birthday. It is such a lovely town and history is lurking at every corner. Such a pity we could not visit the Cathedral though - a meeting of the "Cathedral friends" held place there and I was not able to shake hands with Thomas Becket.
In the evening, we celebrated into my birthday at some nice London pub. Aaaah....so wonderful.
Monday, cuddling and other nice things ruled the day. But yes, we spent a few hours outside as well and I annoyed Jim in a supermarket, I think. Well...or embarassed him to be more precise, when I yelled "May I ride in the grocery cart? Pleeeeeeeeze?"
"You're a bit too old for such things, don't you think?", Jim replied.
"Ah, pleeeeeeze! I want!"
"No!"
I let myself drop to the floor and stomped my cane to the ground whining "Pleeeeeeeeze!"
Jim blushed crimson red, kicked me softly and hissed "Get to your feet, for God's sake! This is embarassing! Heck! Are you high?!"
I looked up at him with watering eyes. "Please?"
"Get UP!!!"
A snivel and then a snigger and a broad grin later I got to my feet and walked through the supermarket as if nothing ever happened. Some people certainly stared at me, but so what? I had my fun.
When we got outside Jim nudged my side and hissed again silently "Don't you ever do a thing like that again, Gregory!"
"Okay", I said and crossed my fingers behind my back.
"You crossed your fingers!"
"No", I said and managed to cross my toes in my sneakers.
Jim looked at me with narrowed eyes and then slowly nodded. "Okay..."
I smiled at him as sweet as I could and was very pleased to get a sweet smile back.

Yes, London was wonderful.
Until we reached Heathrow to get our flight back.
We arrived in time, I was annoyed by the crowd and the lack of coffee and just wanted to check in as fast as we could. Kicking a few travellers out of my way with my cane we made our way to the desk.
A few minutes later I felt the anger rise when the lady behind the desk murmured a blushed "Ehm, there must be a mistake, Sirs..."
I took a deep breath. "What mistake?"
She looked at the screen of her computer. "Hm, it seems that we have a booking problem here, Sir."
Closing my eyes for a few seconds I forced myself to ask very calm "Can you explain that?!"
Jim obviously felt that I was close to exploding and put his hand on my back.
"So, what kind of booking problem are you talking about, M'am?", he asked her with a kind smile.
She looked up at him. "Mr. Wilson?"
Oooooh, a clairvoyant!, I thought with a bleak smile.
Jim nodded.
"See, the flight is overbooked and I am very sorry to tell you that there is only one seat left!", she simpered at him and gave me a worried side glance.

I breathed in and out, held myself back not to strangle her and just straightened up.
Jim rubbed his neck in his typically gesture and stared at her. "I beg your pardon? We booked the flight and we have the confirmation here at hand."
He waved with the ~~fucking~~ useless sheet of paper and she shortly glanced at it.
"We are really sorry, but we can't change it.", she then said. "There is just one seat left and that is only for emergency cases. Is your flight back an emergency? Or could we offer you the next flight to New York?"
I heard Jim sigh deeply and interrupted him before he could say anything else.
"My flight back is an emergency!", I said and stared into her eyes.
"Oh, really?", she answered and looked concerned. "What kind of emergency?"
I straightened up again and put on a condescending smile. "A medical emergency. I have to get back to Princeton as soon as possible or my patient will die and leave three poor children without their mother."
She looked worried and blank. "Oh...and...just you can help there?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Of course just me! I'm the best doctor there and do not want to leave her in the hands of complete morons!"
From the corner of my eyes I noticed Jim staring at me with his jaw slightly dropped but ignored that. He'd get a flight back, too, soon. Of that I was convinced.
My only thought was for the two left over Vicodin and that I needed a new bottle of pills really damn soon.
She picked up the phone and a few minutes later I held my ticket in my hand and put it into my pocket.
"You...you...", Jim stammered and looked at me openmouthed.
I winked at him and left the desk waiting for Jim in the hall.

Fifteen minutes later he joined me there.
"I really can't believe that!", he muttered and pointed at me.
"He's so sweet when he's upset", I thought and just watched him go on.
"YOU! You really leave me alone here on that airport! Why is it an emergency, huh?", he continued with a now raised voice.
I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. "Because I wanted to go home", I replied and withdrew the nearly empty bottle of Vicodin from my coat pocket. "And because this is nearly empty."
Jim stared at me with a blank expression on his face. "You leave me here - just because you need your PILLS?!", he exclaimed shaking his head.
I shrugged. "It is an emergency, isn't it?"
"I can't believe that ... you are ... you ... this is in fact unbelievable!", Jim stammered and went crimson and then pale again.
"Aw c'mon, I am sure you will enjoy that bit you have to spend here. When is the next flight, hm? Two hours or so?", I asked and patted his arm.
"TEN!!!", he grunted and I had that oooooops-feeling.
I swallowed and looked at him. "Oh ... hmm... ten, huh?"
"Yes...ten HOURS!"
I was really sorry now. But I could not change it anymore. So I twirled my cane a bit ashamed and looked at the ceiling for some seconds.
"Would it help you now if I'd say sorry?", I asked and gave him a side glance 'cause I did not dare to look into his eyes then.
"Only if you would mean it!" he answered back and shook his head again.
"I still can't get it ... you just do that because you are in need of your pills, right?!"

Yes, I did that because of my pills. But he could not imagine how it was to be left without them.
"You are upset now" I said and started to move towards the boarding area.
"Of course I am upset" he muttered and followed me.
"Greg", he then whispered and grabbed my arm.
I turned and looked at him feeling more than unsure and uncomfortable.
"Greg...", he repeated and looked deep into my eyes.
That look made my knees almost turn to jelly and I started to speak again.
"Jimmy... I am sorry, okay! I'll pick you up and I'll be so looking forward. Flight will be hell without you", I whispered.
"Flight will be a hell for all the other passengers!" , he whispered back and I winked at him.
Very relieved that I received a wink back I looked at my watch. "Still some time left - and I don't want to leave you here like that", I sighed and looked around.
"Why leaving me anyway?", Jim answered and I inwardly sighed again. He really had no clue how it was to be dependent on those damn little pills and how you panick when you know you'll be in dire pain without them. I just knew I would not be able to stand a flight back to New York without my Vicodin and felt ashamed at the same time.
"Because ..." I started, stopped and stomped my cane on the floor "ah - sod it! You won't believe me anyway ..."
Suddenly I drew him close and kissed him deeply - surrounded by all those other travellers. I did not give a shit to them and just wanted to feel him close to me.
I think at first I flummoxed him and drew him even closer. Then I felt him fall into the kiss and was almost swept from my feet.
Some minutes later I broke the kiss. "I'll better go now - otherwise we two won't leave England but be thrown into the Tower, I suppose", I said with a bashful grin and cleared my throat.
Jim was still nonplussed and just nodded with slightly dilated eyes.
I watched him comb through his hair with his left hand and nodded. "See you in a few hours then."
I left and made my way to the boarding area.
"You ...", he began and I turned around just to see him rolling his eyes to the ceiling and waving aside.
"I am UNBELIEVABLE", I finished his sentence with a goofy grin and was glad to see a smile appear on his face.

A short time later I was on board of my plane back to the USA and stuffed my bag into the locker. I still had a guilty conscience somehow but settled in my seat and made myself comfortable at the window. He'd understand, I told myself. I needed my pills, that was true. And I could not change the fact he had to wait ten hours for the next flight.
I fumbled for my iPod and sighed deeply when a man in an expensive looking Armani suit sat down next to me. Okay...I should have expected that, I had the last free seat here.
"Hey", he said and smiled at me. "I'm Vince!"
I ignored his hand and just nodded, grunted and leaned back closing my eyes.
He stuffed his things away making quite a noise, dropped into his seat and brushed some invisible crumbs from his suit. Then he turned to me again and I committed a blunder and looked at him.
"Are you a frequent flyer?", he asked me and I just shook my head not looking too polite.
Shut up and let me sleep!
He pointed at my cane - obviously NOT reading my thoughts. "I hope you're comfortable..."
I sighed. "Yes...I am."
Even more if you'd just keep your trap shut!
He sat back in his seat and unfolded a newspaper. "Great", I thought. "Finally he has something to do."
The plane took off and I watched the houses become tiny and sighed at the thought of Jim down there. I already missed him like hell and wished I had a few more Vicodin with me to stay with him.
The clouds looked like cotton candy and the sun painted beautiful pictures on them, but I did not see the beauty and just longed for Jim, coffee and sleep.

My wish for coffee was fulfilled a few minutes after take-off. I ordered a strong black coffee and reached for my backpack to fetch my purse.
"Oh, my treat", Armani-Vince smiled and paid the coffee ordering another one for himself.
I looked blank and took the cup from his hand. "Yah...err...thanks."
The first sip of the dark liquid lifted my spirits a bit and I managed to grin at him. Unfortunately he took this as an invitation to palaver me.
"I was attending a congress here", he beamed and looked me straight into my eyes. "What were you doing, Mr....?"
"House", I sighed. "Gregory House."
"What have YOU done in London, Greg?", he asked again and looked at me expectantly.
"Spending a few nice days here...", I just said and leaned back again sipping my coffee.
"Oh...lucky bastard", he grinned and I inwardly rolled my eyes to the ceiling. I hated people who try to get familiar with everyone they meet.
I wished I had a book or a magazine and turned my head to the window again.
He babbled and babbled and babbled and told me almost everything about the congress he was attending, nudging my side from time to time and patting my knee.
I was close to exploding again and gritted my teeth. "Buying me a coffee does not mean you're allowed to touch me all the time!", I grunted and inched away as far as I could in my seat.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Greg. That's just the way I am", he chuckled and was not the slightest bit surprised or insulted.
He changed the topic to London and the surroundings and made me tell him I lived there as a child and soon we were talking about Canterbury. He was not as dumb as I thought and knew quite a lot about history, so it was not that bad.
Nonetheless I wished he'd tire and just shut up soon. Very soon!
Lunch was served and silenced him only a few minutes. He talked while he was chewing - another habit I really hate and can't stand.
I munched my lamb with mince sauce and decided not to reply.

I really hoped he'd grow tired after lunch. But no...he stayed talkative until tea time. Nudging me, ignoring my hit with the elbow in his ribs, patting my knee and talking, talking, talking. He ignored my impolite answers, my not answering at all, my grunts, gnarls and sighs completely. I began to wonder if it was a crime to kill him, mercy killing or self-defense.
"Could you just shut up?", I snapped somewhere down the road and ordered another coffee.
Vince grinned and laughed silently. "You are so refreshingly different. I've never known a guy like you before."
I rolled my eyes and sighed deeply. Now that song was stuck in my head. A girl like you by Edwyn Collins.
Worst thing was that I saw Vince now before my inner eye with a guitar in his hands and singing:
I've never known a guy like you before
Now just like in a song from days of yore
Here you come a knockin', knockin' at my door
And I've never met a guy like you before
You give me just a taste so I want more and more
Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw
Now you've got me crawlin', crawlin' on the floor
And I've never met a guy like you before
You've made me acknowledge the devil in me
I hope to God I'm talkin' metaphorically
Hope that I'm talkin' allegorically
Know that I'm talkin' about the way I feel
And I've never known a guy like you before
Never, never, never, never
Never known a guy like you before
I shuddered. Sometimes it's a curse to be a music nerd....
"I bet...", I just answered and turned my head to the window. One part of me expected he'd grab my chin like a small child now and turn it back to him, but thank God he didn't.

Suddenly there was some brouhaha at the back of the plane and people were yelling for a doctor. Some dumb guy choked on his lunch.
"Is there a doctor??? We need help here!!!"
I shrunk into my seat. "Let him choke if he's too dumb to eat", I thought to myself. For sure the hubbub was exaggerated.
Vince nudged my side. "Hey, Greg...didn't you tell me you're a doctor?"
I pretended to be asleep and just mumbled something.
He patted my head. "Greg?!"
Heck!
I opened one eye. "What?"
Vince pointed over his shoulder. "Someone needs your help." And shortly after that he yelled "Here is a doctor!!!"
I cursed to myself and got to my feet, helped the cretin and came back to my seat just to look into a beaming face. "That was extraordinary!"
"It was nothing special..."
"Not to you! But look how they all admire you!"
"I do not want their love", I said and dropped into my seat again.
I closed my eyes and hoped to be left in peace now.
Alas - in vain.
He kept babbling and just when I was about to totally freak out he suddenly said "Oh...I'm tired...I think I'll have a nap now."
Thank you, God!!!
"Sweet dreams", I said sarcastically.
"Oh", he began..."I had some really strange dreams at last. That one time I..."
"Ah, shut up!", I exclaimed. "Don't bug me, that's just a saying!"
Vince gazed at me, chuckled again and fumbled for some earphones. I watched him choose the classic channel on board radio, and before he stuffed the earphones into his ears he smiled at me again and told me "I get nightmares when I do not listen to some calming music..."
I nodded and smiled diabolically. "You'll get your nightmares, Vince", I thought to myself and suppressed a mean snigger. "Sleep well..."
As soon as he was breathing steadily I smiled and changed the channel to the one playing Marilyn Manson songs. Imagining him listening to Manson's version of Sweet Dreams now I contentedly leaned back and fell asleep, too.

I awoke shortly before arrival and was very satisfied to see Vince moving uneasily in his seat still asleep.
"Aw...a niiiiightmare?", I whispered and sniggered, switching the channel back to classics before he awoke.

I left the plane with a whistle on my lips, went home and had a nap. I unpacked my bags later and thought about how to make up for leaving Jim at Heathrow all alone.
An idea came to my mind, I smiled broadly and prepared everything for it.

So it was already Wednesday when I was at the airport waiting for Jim to arrive. The plane was announced and the first passengers left the disembarking zone.
My heart made a jump when I saw his tired figure approaching me - he did not notice me yet.
"SQUEEEEEEEEE!", I went and hopped up and down. "Oh my Gawd!"
People were staring at me and my plan began to work.
I rushed over to him. "SQUEEEE!"
He startled and looked at me puzzled.
"Oh my Gawd, it's YOU!", I beamed as loud as I could.
James looked around and rubbed his neck. "Hey, Greg", he muttered silently.
I clapped my hands. "This is UNBELIEVABLE! I never expected to meet you here! Oooooh...SQUEEEEE!"
Another uneasy look around. The first people were gazing at him and whispering to each other.
"What are you up to, Greg?", he whispered and blushed.
I took his arm shyly. "Oh...would you...I mean...I...I...."
"What?", he asked.
"I....I'd really like to have....oh...this is so embarassing...but...would you...."
"Would I what?"
"Give me an autographed photo?" I took a picture of Jim out of my pocket and handed it to him with the shyest smile I had to offer.
"I have no pen", he grunted.
"Here...I have one..."
He stared at me with this I-can't-believe-you're-doing-this-glance. "Name?", he finally asked.
"Gregory!", I whispered with a cracking voice.
"Fine....For...Gregory...." He scribbled Wait until we're at home! on the picture and handed it back to me with a sweet smile.
I beamed a dorky grin and held the photo to my heart. "Thank you! You're just adorable!"
Jim nodded and made his way out of the door, a flock of people following him - including me. He stopped at once when he saw the limousine waiting.
"Ooooh...this must be yours, right?"
"Is it?", he asked silently and looked at me.
I winked at him and nodded slightly.
James sighed and nodded. "Yes...it's for me...."
My eyes widened. "Ooooh...may I...I...I mean...could I...join you for a short while? Please?"
He shrugged and opened the door. "Get inside."
I clapped my hands and happily crawled inside of the limousine. Jim wanted to join me when someone tapped his shoulder and asked for an autograph. I tried SO hard not to laugh, believe me.

When he finally sat down beside me and closed the door, a deep sigh slipped out of his mouth. "Was this supposed to be funny?"
I shrugged and opened the mini bar. "Champagne?" I poured two glasses. "I just thought you might like that car..."
Jim took the glass out of my hand and stared at me. "Greg...I'm tired as hell...I had to kill ten damn hours at Heathrow!"
"I know, darling", I whispered and leaned against his shoulder. "I am sorry...and I missed you..."
His look became warm and tender. "I missed you, too, darling...and I'm sorry I did not understand you needed your pills..."
I smiled and then addressed to the driver. "You know the way?"
"Yes, Sir", he answered and I closed the window between the driver's cabin and us.
"A luxury hotel is awaiting us, my dear...with a bath, rose petals, Champagne, dinner, candles....", I whispered to Jim who just put our glasses aside and pushed me back into the seat.

Yes...I think he was not cross with me anymore....

The Vicodin Song

2007-06-07T20:33:00.000+02:00

Someone sent me that awesome song.
Click, listen and enjoy.
The Vicodin Song by Terra Naomi

Touring

2007-06-05T21:45:00.000+02:00

This weekend, we were touring the countryside with my motorcycle.
And yes, I will write about it.
But not now.
I just wanted to show you the photo Jim took somewhere out there.
He was playing a bit with contrast and some lenses.

Well...and if you have an account at Photobucket, you can do this when you choose "create avatar".
Believe me, I laughed my ass off here - unfortunately no canes are available.

Embarassing

2007-06-04T20:23:00.000+02:00

Ewww...
Buah!
That's what I found on my desk this morning.
Embarassing.
And slightly gross.
No.
Really gross!

James will go mad...

How long will I love you?

2007-06-01T16:32:00.000+02:00

I am currently listening to The Waterboys.
Their CD Room to roam, to be more precise.

Well...I came across that song...and I just wanted to post the lyrics here for Jimmy.
They perferctly mirror what I feel.

How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I can

How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan

How long will I be with you
As long as the seas will need to
Wash upon the sand

How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far

How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you
As long as you are

How long will I give to you
As long as I live to you
However long you say

How long will I love you?
As long as the stars are above you
And longer, if I can

How to survive a traffic jam and keep cool

2007-05-31T22:10:00.000+02:00

It was the Friday before Memorial Day.
Jim and me had to work on Monday but we spent the weekend at Point Pleasant as he already told you in his blog.
We should have known better.

3 p.m. sharp we left PPTH, I whisteled a tune and was more than happy and contented. The thought of spending a cuddly weekend with my honeybun in our cottage lifted my spirits miles high and we both were in an extremely good mood.
The trunk was already packed with Single Malt, wine, stout, delicacies and our small baggage for the weekend.

As soon as we reached the highway we knew it was a fault to choose this weekend for Point Pleasant.
Whole ~~fucking~~ New Jersey was on their way into a loooooong weekend and we've been stuck in a traffic jam for 3 hours.
3 painful and boring hours surrounded by complete idiots and passing by construction sites with lazy workers sunbathing their bellies.
3 hours with only one Vicodin left in the glass I had in my pocket - the new one was buried somewhere in the trunk.
3 hours unnerving poor Jim, 3 hours trying to bear the pain in my leg and not to yell at the dweeb who blew the horn all the time.

Somewhere down the road I thought my brain would just explode if I'd not distract myself. All over sudden I was as meek as a lamb and was determined to have fun now. People around were odd enough for my purpose and I began to study them.
"Greg?", a worried voice from the drivers seat asked.
I turned my head. "Jim?"
"A...are you okay?"
I blinked. "Yes...Why?"
"You stopped complaining and glaring all over sudden...I thought...well...you might suffer from a migraine now or something."
I smiled at him and leaned back in my seat. "I just decided this is not worth complaining. You know that saying? God grant me the serenity to accept things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference?"
Jim nodded and sighed at the sight of the solid line of cars. "Of course..."
"Well...", I shrugged, "this is a thing I cannot change, right?"
With a side glance he nodded again. "Spooky....", he mumbled. "A calm House in a traffic jam..."

While studying the fellow traffic jammers around us I scribbled down this list.

How to survive a traffic jam
Recommended by all the loonies around

Blow the horn whenever you get the chance to

Yell at everyone around you and flip them the bird

Listen to an old Manowar CD as loud as your car speakers allow

Bite the steering wheel

Curse incessantly

Glare at everyone who looks into your car as if they were responsible for the traffic jam

Search for old candy underneath your seat and toss it at the workers

Hit the steering wheel, kick the door and freak out totally

Scold your passenger

How to keep up that brilliant mood after your favorite traffic jam

In defiance drive the complete rest of your journey in the bottom gear

Listen to a CD with construction site noise

Keep bad-mouthing your passenger

Don't stop glaring and flipping the bird

Deposit candy underneath your seats for the next road works you'll pass by

Well...at least I was quite relaxed when we escaped the solid line of cars.

The remains of the day

2007-05-26T02:33:00.000+02:00

The remains of Monday, to be more precise.

So, there I was - sitting in my hotel room, gnawing my lower lip and turning the Vicodin bottle upside down over and over again. The always satisfying click of the pills did not reach my ears and I gazed into space.
I felt like grasping at nothing, my world seemed to crumble into pieces.

Could that be true?
Was it a strange nightmare?
Did I read what I read?

The thoughts were racing and everytime I tried to figure out what could have happened I felt like beating my head against a stone wall.
It had been perfect.
Life had been wonderful and at long last I had been really, truly happy.
Why the heck couldn't that last?
Was he a notorious cheater?
Did he betray me?
If not in deeds at least in words?
Did his love for me just vanish?
What had I done or not done to cause this?

That conversation came to my mind again and I hit my forehead with my fist and squeezed my eyes shut.
No, no, no, noooooo I thought.
It was like sitting on a merry-go-round, just that you don't move but watch the world circling around you. I dryswallowed my far-too-manyeth Vicodin and tried to form coherent thoughts.
That feeling was horrible. Lost. Cold inside. Distraught. Heavy-hearted. Desolate. Lonely.

Sitting here was of no use. I had already tried to find some sleep - completely in vain of course. Popping one pill after the other did not help either and I was far from being comfortably numb. My arms felt like floating and my head was light, that was it.
Maybe some fresh air would help me to settle my thoughts and find out what to do next.

I slipped into my jacket, grabbed iPod and key and limped out of the room. The music I listened to was Schindler's List, not really helpful but mirroring my mood.
My steps led me to the campus where black and empty windows stared at me like hollow ghostly eyes and the wind rustled in the trees. I kicked some stones out of my way and looked up into the sky. Lifting up my arms I cried a voiceless Why? to the stars without even feeling the slightest bit pathetic. The moon stared back at me, a thin crescent waiting to grow to full moon in some days. My vision blurred a bit and became clear again. That was when I confessed to myself that I was high.
I walked on, listened to the music and the beat of my own heart, took deep breaths of the night air and closed my eyes in the desperate attempt to collect my thoughts.
All in vain.
Jim was everything I could think of and when I listened to Stolen memories I could not bear the music any longer, switched off the iPod and let the earphones dangle from my leather jacket.

I wondered if that was how all his wives felt when they found out he betrayed them. Clenching my fist I felt another feeling rise.
Anger.
Who did he think I was?
Another Susan?
Another Bonnie?
Another Julie?
His loving but oh so blind little wife???
No way!
He would not get away with that. I would not just close my eyes, come back to him and pretend that nothing ever happened.
"Oh no, Dr. Wilson, you won't emerge unscathed!", I thought and gnashed my teeth.
I could not stand the thought of being kissed by lips that kissed someone else a few hours ago. Touched by hands that touched someone else a few hours ago. Listening to words whispered into my ear he sighed to someone else a few hours ago.
Who knew it was just a conversation?
Maybe the conversation was just part of something else.
"I really thought you'd love me till the end of time", I whispered to myself and kicked a wall.
"OUCH, fuck!", I immediately exclaimed 'cause I hurt my foot really bad - kicked too hard, I suppose. So some owls, moths and bats could see me limping on both sides now making my way across the campus.

Deep in thoughts I came to a decision. I would leave him.
This would kill me, I would slowly die inside and become an even bigger pain in the ass than I already was - for sure. But I did not want to play the dumb husband who closes his eyes in front of being betrayed pretending life was fine. I was not a victim. I would walk out of this proud keeping my head held high.
Nodding slowly to convince myself that this decision was the right one I walked on.
But how could you live without him? Now that you know how life with him can be? Now that you know how being loved by him turns every grey shadow into sparkling sunlight?
I shook my head in order to dissipate these thoughts.
Let's face it, Greg. You love him way too much. You cannot live without him, the nagging little voice in my head told me.
"If I try I can", I gnarled to myself grinding my teeth.
Taking another deep breath I started to slowly hobble along the campus again.

When I reached the Fountain of Freedom I saw a lonely figure sitting and brooding there. This man looked more than familiar and I stopped breathing for a while. "Jim?", I finally whispered.
My heart made a jump and every part of me wanted to rush into his arms, but I held myself back.
The man stumbled to his feed and whispered back to me. "Greg?"
I stepped back but he approached me and just stopped a few steps away from me.
"Hi", he said in a broken voice and looked at me unsure and questioning.
"Hi", I managed to reply and thumped my cane to the ground.
“Where have you been?", Jim asked. "I called nearly every hotel in town and I was worried like hell!”
Oh, he was worried!
“Worried? Huh?”, I answered quite coldly and raised an eyebrow.
Jim swallowed and continued in a lower voice. “Greg … I … GOD! I mean I know that you got that email … but …”
The anger was rising in me again. “BUT? Is there a but?! I don’t think you should dare continuing!", I barked and turned away.

Jim tried to hold me back and grabbed my arm. I felt his grip, swung around and the next thing I noticed was my fist on his chin with a satisfying thud. Jim stumbled backwards and found himself sitting on the ground.
I regretted my rash action the very moment I saw him licking the blood from his bruised lips but my anger and hurt were stronger.
"I am NOT Susan, Bonnie or Julie! You think you can go scot-free? You thought wrong! I will not allow you cheating on me. Do you get that NOW?”, I barked and glared at him.
He looked stunned and just stared at me for a few seconds, then shook his head.
"Gregory....", he began.
"I don’t want to hear any lame excuses now!”,I snapped and turned around again.
“You will not leave me like that”, Jim yelled and got to his feet.
I turned my head and asked him cold and silently “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just do that?”
Jim sighed deeply and combed his fingers through his hair.
"Because you are all that I have!”
Those word touched me deep down inside and I slowly turned around.
I nailed him to the spot here he stood with my eyes.
"Repeat that!", I said and kept his glance.
“You are all that I have, Gregory!” he said … paused and continued, “See, I did not betray you and this is just the truth. Look me in the eyes and try to see the truth in there. You know me by heart! You would just see if I would lie to you!”

I turned around completely and approached him.
"Go ahead! And be sure, I'll see if you lie!", I said and looked straight into his eyes.
James nodded and glanced back at me.
"It might sound a bit weird, but my computer account was broken into and some hacker just misused all the information on it, including my messenger and my e-mail accounts."
I snorted and furrowed my brow, but James hurried to continue before I was able to interrupt him.
"When that computer guy told me that this faked conversation was sent to you ... I raced home as fast as I could, but you were already gone", he then finished his report.
I sighed and looked at him. "For sure I was gone, I just packed a few things, took my bike and got me a hotel room."
James swallowed and seemed to take my arm but hesitated. "Will...will you come home again?", he then asked.
Could I believe him? I had watched him carefully and could not detect any sign of a lie in his eyes.
"Jim...I...", I began but was interrupted.
"You still don't believe me, right?", he whispered and sunk down to the stairs again.
He stared at the pavement and did not seem to notice that I approached him.
I slightly touched his shoulder with my fingertips.
He looked up and after a while of just exchanging glances I murmured "Stand up..."
Jim arose and looked very lost and unsure.
I could not help but smile at him - I do love him so much.
"I believe you, Jim", I sighed and caressed his cheek. "I should have asked you immediately, but I was so hurt and ..."

Again he interrupted me - this time with a soft and tender kiss.
We clung to each other, deepened the kiss and both were breathing heavily after a short while. I was longing for him with every fibre of my body, all my heart and soul. Jim's hands wandered over my body and left traces of liquid fire everywhere they touched me.
"Hotel is close...", I managed to moan inbetween kisses and slipped my hand into Jim's pants without thinking. His loud moan was reply enough, but he panted a hoarse "Let's go then" nevertheless.

We made our way to the hotel as quickly as possible and I locked the door of my room behind us. A silent clonk made me look at the floor where a small whisky bottle was rolling to and fro. It obviously fell out of his jacket when he placed it on the chair.
I already wondered if you took a bath in some malt barrel. How much glasses did you have?" I asked him and looked at him questioningly.
"Enough!", Jim replied with a wink.
"I see that in your eyes. Heck, man you are drunk!"
"Tipsy!" he replied and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
I felt my stomach twitch and approached him.
"Your pupils are dilated as well, Greg ..." Jim said when I came closer to brush the shirt over his shoulders.
"No wonder" I murmured into his ear while kissing along his neck.
"How much?" he moaned when I unbuckled his belt and got rid of his trousers."Too much for your taste ...", I answered and began to lightly touch his back. Then I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back.
"But not enough to be unable to do what I will do now", I moaned then and delved my teeth into his neck.

We sank to the bed with a moan and soon were undressed without even really noticing it. Entangled in each other we kissed as if we could never kiss again and touched feverishly. Panting, moaning, rustling sheets, skin on skin and kisses were the only sounds that could be heard for the next hours - apart from the things we whispered to each other.

Time flies sometimes and it was in the early morning hours when I lazily stretched and turned on my belly looking into Jim's eyes.
I smiled at him and tenderly caressed his chest. "So ... I am all that you have?"
"Mhmmmmm", Jim replied and kept my glance.
"You are all that I have ... and all that I want!", he then said clearly.
I felt my heart slopping over with joy and love and felt a broad smile lighting up my face.
I bent over him, softly pushed him into the linen and whispered "And you are all that I want now" into his ear before I started to kiss him anew.

Along the line of fate

2007-05-26T02:24:00.000+02:00

Just a poem...
Written quite a while ago.
Long, long ago.

Your name is written in my hand
And along the line of fate
You walk on
With steady steps
Making your way home
Right into my heart
And reaching my soul.

© G. House

Dumbfounded

2007-05-21T21:24:00.000+02:00

I am lost for words.
I really don't know what to think or feel now.
I'm numb, I suppose.
Too numb to be sad or even angry.

It was around 4 in the afternoon when a strange e-mail was misled to me. I did not notice that it was addressed to James and read it.
Well....it contained a very interesting conversation between James and some other guy via some sort of messenger.
All over sudden my heart was in my mouth and I stared at the screen.
This could not be true.
This can't be true!
But there it was. I read it again and felt more than sick.

I told Cuddy I was ill - she did not doubt me for a second. I think I looked really crappy. Then I took a cab home, packed a few things and now I'm in some hotel room.

I won't stand for that!
No way - I'm no Susan, Bonnie or Julie.
That's all I know for now.
And that I feel sick and ... hmmm ... I don't know how to describe it.
Lost?
Yes, maybe lost.
I think I'll have a single malt now and then try to find some sleep.

Money, money, money...

2007-05-20T20:14:00.000+02:00

Well...
Silly, huh?
Click for full view (I suppose).

Pissy!

2007-05-19T15:00:00.000+02:00

Mood: contented
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Jeepers Creepers - Frank Sinatra

Oh, I was pissed off by those photos James showed on his blog.
Really pissed off.
But I already told you that.

James for one did not intend to be mean. Well, not really mean. He was a bit surprised by the way I reacted and now it started to be fun.
The first hour or so I was really still pissed off.
But when he came to my office to apologize and I found all his comments I began to smirk.
"Let's see how far he will go", I thought and already anticipated a wonderful dinner, roses, music, single malt and other fine things.

"Greg...I'm sorry. I did not know that you would mope...."
I glared at him and did not answer.
He stood there and looked like a drowned rat. "Greg..."
I turned to the file on my desk again and flipped through it.
"Greg...please..."
With an annoyed sigh I scribbled some notes down.
The next thing I heard was my door silently closing.
Now I leaned back in my chair and grinned broadly. One part of me felt bad though 'cause Jim was obviously worried and sorry. But the greater part liked to tease him.

I snuck out early and took a cab home. Once arrived at our appartment I immediately percolated some coffee, turned on the TV, flung myself to the couch and thought about the evening. He would try to make amends, for sure. But what would he do?
Several pleasant pictures crossed my inner eye - I sipped my coffee and then decided to have a short nap.
To my surprise now Jim was late. He came home around 8 pm and I was already starving. It was my own fault, I know. I expected him to cook something really nice and thus was waiting for him.
I heard him rummaging in the hallway and tried to look totally oblivious of his arrival. He entered the sitting room with a bunch of red roses - my heart made a small jump, but I fixed my glance at the TV screen and did not say anything at all.
"Hey, darling...", he began and approached me.
I shot him a quick and annoyed glance just to turn away again.
"Hun, I..."
Silence.
A sigh later he went into the kitchen and watered the roses.
In the meantime I arose and limped into the bedroom. "There's no dinner for you", I gnarled and looked at him over my shoulder.
He looked uncomfortable. "Oh, I...I....I already had dinner."
Heck, no! I was really starving!
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really..."
He blushed slightly. "Yes...um...you were gone and...and...a patient invited me to that restaurant..."
"A patient!" Now I was annoyed again. And there was that famliar sting in my stomach I hated so much. Yes. I am jealous as hell.
"Yes...um...she wanted to thank me..."
"Nice", I nodded and slammed the door.
It immediately opened again and James peeked in. "Greg, there was nothing..."
"Out of here", I said very silently and grabbed my book.
"But I..."
"OUT!"
James stared at me, gulped and withdrew his head to close the door.

I sighed and my thoughts went astray. The sting in my stomach was most unenjoyable and I gnawed my lower lip.
"Come on...he was just invited for dinner. Nothing more...don't be silly", I told myself.
Meanwhile I heard Jim rummaging in the sitting room. He obviously took a bottle of whisky out of the drawer and poured himself a glass.
That pouring sound could be heard again and again.
"Someone will suffer from a terrible hangover tomorrow", I thought and tried to concentrate on my book.
"Greg? Babes?", I heard him ask at the door a few minutes later.
"Leave me alone", I grunted.
The door opened a bit again.
"Greg...bunnybum...I'm sorry....I did not mean to piss you off..."
I decided not to answer and pretended to be absorbed in the pages of my book - Sarum by Edward Rutherford.
He dared to enter the room with three little steps.
"Hunny? I...I...just thought those pictures were funny...and...and...you really look cute on them..."
With a snort I nodded to the door.
Jim sighed and left our bedroom silently closing the door again.

Some seconds later I heard him yell from the living room.
"JERK!"
"Oh...nice", I thought and yelled back. "ASSHOLE!"
Silence.
"Dammit! I did not mean you, Greg!"
"Yeah, for suuuuuure!"
This was so kindergarten, I know. And when I thought of him laying on the couch by candlelight it was really hard for me to resist. On the one hand I just wanted to join him, cuddle, kiss and have a good time. On the other hand I had fun causing him a sore conscience.
I know that was mean.
Sometimes I can't help it.
And I was still expecting something very pleasant as an excuse.
Jim fell silent again and I decided to place the book on my nightstand, curl up in bed and have a nap.

Half an hour later Jim tiptoed into the bedroom.
I sat up. "What are you doing here?"
"Um..." I saw him blush even in the darkness. "Going to bed?"
"No way", I gnarled and shook my head. I threw his yammies at him and told him to sleep on the couch.
"But...but...Greg..."
"Out!"
"Gregory!" He was dumbfounded.
I just flashed at him and he slowly stepped backwards out of the room.
"I overdid", I thought and immediately regretted it. But I could not give in now.
"Let's see how far he will go", I thought again. "Maybe some takeout food, a day off, a massage..."

Well, he didn't do anything at all. And I felt all guilty because I could sense he was feeling horrible. So I turned in bed and could not sleep. But join him in the living room and tell him it was a bad joke? No way. He'd be hopping mad.
I sighed and turned and sighed and turned.

It was around 3 in the morning when I heard the door open again.
I secretly opened one eye and saw James, one hand holding a candle, the other a rose. He placed the candle on his nightstand and then knelt at my side of the bed.
"Greg...", he whispered.
I pretended to awake. "Mmmmh?"
He put the rose on my pillow and softly kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry", he whispered again and I felt awfully weak all over sudden. So I just looked into his eyes and was quite unable to move.
His lips kissed down my cheek and found mine. "Greg...", he moaned silently and I could do nothing else than return his kiss and wrap my arms around him.
It appeared to me as if we had been seperated for years and I realized just how much I missed him those few hours. So I clung to him like drowning and listened to all the sweet names he gave me, enjoyed his touches and returned them gladly.
We got undressed almost by magic 'cause I could not remember unbuttoning his shirt or anything.
"You're so beautiful...", he said in a hoarse voice and looked into my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Greg..."
I gulped. "I'm good...I'm not angry..."
Those eyes drew me closer and I had a feeling like melting into his arms. Now this was surely a pleasant excuse...
He covered my face with kisses, kissed along my jaw, my neck and suddenly the two of us were one. I gasped, clung to his sides and the night had just begun.

Well...and I ask you: Who could resist him?

Pissed off!

2007-05-16T18:27:00.000+02:00

I am really pissed!
Jim showed some horrible photos of me on his blog although I asked him please not to do that.
I'm not vain - believe me.
But those photographs are more than embarassing.

Well...I have some to show you, too.
Nothing horrible (I hope), just me in one of my favorite leather jackets:

This is the newest one - taken yesterday:

Well...and Jim and me:

Relaxing and strange disease

2007-05-16T00:17:00.000+02:00

Oh Lord!
Did you already read it?
Jim wrote about it.
Tenacious M now knows I am married to Jim.
He was really pale when he left the lobby and slightly shuffling then.

To my surprise I still get my early morning Starbucks coffee - without heartshaped chocolates though. To my utmost satisfaction he kept away from me since and I only see him from far when he still haunts the hallways I usually use.
That was a ray of sunlight again today when I came back from clinic duty highly annoyed.

Can you believe that patients really gather their feces from their toilets to bring them here and show them to me? And that was just one incident of today's highlights. I really had to distract myself a bit when I came back - otherwise I feared I'd run amok.
Then there was that child who jarred at my nerves and kicked my cane away when I was about to leave the exam room. These are the days I hate clinic duty even more than usual and have to make everyone else's day rotten to feel better.
I sometimes have some really strange relaxing techniques and so it was no wonder that Jim found me sitting in my chair reading a magazine while a Tourette patient was sitting in my visitors chair cussing, yelling and uttering strange noises.
"Um...", Jim raised an eyebrow and pointed surreptitiously at the man.
I looked up at him. "Hum?"
"Is...is that your patient?"
"No, I borrowed him from 6th floor", I answered lazily and turned a page.
Jim looked blank. "You..." He raised his shoulders. "Why?"
I sucked my lollipop and looked at the article. "It's quite soothing."
"Soothing", Jim repeated with a dull voice.
"Heck fuck you asswipe!", the patient yelled and I sighed and leaned back with an uttermost peaceful expression upon my face closing my eyes.
James cleared his throat and I heard him approach the patient. "You can now go back to your floor, Mr..."
"Turlington", I finished his sentence.
"Mr....Turlington..."
Scuffing sounds, the door opened and closed again and then the warmth near me showed that Jim sat down on my desk right in front of me.
"Greg...sometimes I really can't believe what must be going on in your mind..."
I opened one eye and looked at him. "I just wanted to relax a bit. Clinic duty was more than rotten."
"Relaxing by misusing a Tourette patient? That's highly unethical."
With a sigh I opened my other eye, too and frowned. "Jim, he just sat here."
"...to amuse you."
"No...just to be there and distract me."
"You can't borrow patients to distract you, Gregory!"
I sighed. "Oh, it's Gregory now, hm? I apologize for my rudeness, James Evan."
Jim crossed his arms and looked down at me. "Greg...just think a bit. His family could sue you."
"I did not do him any harm..."
"Oh, c'mon...you know I'm right, you're just too stubborn to give in."
I raised my hands. "Okay. I am sorry. really. I'll never borrow Mr. Turlington again."
"Greg, you won't 'borrow' any patient!"
"I promise."
He could not conceal his smile though, shook his head, arose and locked my door silently.
"Will you tell me what you are up to?", I asked him with a quirk of my eyebrow.
He closed the blinds, turned to me again and approached me with a smile.
"I won't tell you, hun. I'll show you", he whispered and sat down on my lap.
Before I even noticed he unbuttoned my shirt we both were undressed and molten together. I uttered a squeaky moan and looked into Jim's smiling eyes.
"There are so much better ways to relax, don't you think?", he panted and our journey to heaven began.

So I was really relaxed and contented in the afternoon when we Cuddy handed me a strange but fairly easy case. The poor guy did not want to talk to Cuddy though and asked for a male doctor. So it was my turn to show up in exam room 9.
There he sat, blushing crimson and kneading his fingers.
I just sat down opposite to him and leaned my chin on my cane.
Finally he began to speak.
"It points to the side...."
I raised an eyebrow. "What exactly?"
He was obviously wishing to be somewhere else. "My...my...."
"You know what", he then whispered and pointed at his crotch.
"Oh! Your penis!"
"...."
I leaned forward. "Always?"
"No...just...just..."
"Just when erect?"
"God, yes!"

Peyronie's disease ...the poor guy is treated now.

I'm not Tinkerbell!!!

2007-05-13T22:55:00.000+02:00

James was mean!
We saw a young woman with a chihuahua the other day and he laughed and showed me the little rat.
"Look! It has the shadow of a beard! Guess of whom it reminds me!"
I just grunted and chose not to answer.
And now this.
After the use of Paint Shop Pro:

That dog definitely needs a neck.
And no, I do not think this is funny!

Hello to Newark!

2007-05-13T19:00:00.000+02:00

Hey, dear reader from New Jersey!
Here's a cup of coffee for you.
Enjoy.

Relax. It's just coffee!
No Vicodin added.
I keep them to myself.

Some days without Jim, a surprise and memories rushing back to me

2007-05-13T16:47:00.000+02:00

Mood: puzzled but happy and all fluffy
Weather: sunny and pleasant
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Direct to helmet - The Spinto Band

I am awfully happy!
I am so happy I am already scaring my fellow humans again who are not used to the sight of a grinning, smiling and humming House.
'Why the dickens?' you might ask now.
Of course because Jim is back!
He was attending an oncologists congress at Chigago and was away for 3 whole days!
Well....3 days I had to work, but the evenings without him were rather long.

Dr. F. by the way is still waylaying me at my usual hauntings which is utterly annoying. He always pretends we meet by accident though. What does he think? That I'm a bit dim? I am positively not!

Thursday afternoon I snuck out for a nap at maternity lounge. Cuddy's radar failed and I stretched out on the couch with a contented sigh when Dr. F. came in.
"Ciao, Dr. House!", he smiled down at me.
Heck, no!, I thought and gave him a bored look. "What the hell are you doing here?", I asked him and did not even try to hide my annoyance.
He shifted uncomfortably and thought of something to say now.
"Um...I..."
I sighed impatiently and waved him off. "You should go and visit Foreman. Maybe he knows what to do about your sudden aphasia."
Dr. F. chuckled and shrugged. "No, I'm fine. I just saw you here and thought...why not ask you...if...if..."
I snorted. "You waste my time!"
Miserable Marco took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second. "I'm sorry. I am spoiling your break."
"There's a light at the end of the tunnel", I smirked and folded my hands beneath my head.
Well, I thought he'd be leaving now, but wide off the mark.
He was kneading his fingers and still looked down at me whilst I was beginning to feel uncomfortable on that couch being stared at.
Another deep breath and two sighs later he finally asked me what he wanted to get off his chest. "I...wondered if you would like to...have a few drinks tonight...Um....with me. At the new bar downtown...um...they say it's quite good..."
"Busy tonight", I snapped what of course was a lie. The only thing I'd be busy with was missing Jim for sure and popping some pills.
His disappointment was almost palpable. "Oh...what a pity..."
I closed my eyes and thought the fairly onesided conversation came to an end now. Alas, but no.
Suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder and he was leaning over me. My first thought was slamming my fist into his face, but he just wanted to ask another question.
"So...what about tomorrow?"
"Busy as well..."
"And Saturday?"
Get lost!!!!!
"Out with Dr. Wilson."
"Oh..." A sigh could be heard. "Dr.Wilson...I see..."
Tick-Tick-Tick went the clock on the wall.
"Sunday?"
Oh bugger! Stop pestering me!
"Probably the same."
He looked at me a bit surprised but found his speech again soon. "Well...lunch then. Tomorrow. I'll pick you up at your office at noon."
With these words he spun around and left maternity lounge.
"Fuck!", I cursed under my breath and every thought of having a nap was gone. Tenacious Marco obviously was fairly unaware of the fact he was hitting on a married man. In a crappy mood I ransacked maternity lounge's fridge and cussed to myself.

Thursday evening when I came home I found a small envelope at the coffee table. It was yellow and Jim scribbled a smiling sun onto it.
'Huh?', I thought and picked it up from the table for closer examination. Underneath the sun I read the line For my ray of sunshine and all over sudden felt all warm and fuzzy inside.
With a broad and - I suppose - slightly dorky smile I opened the envelope. It contained a booking confirmation for a fishing hut at Lake Michigan - for the next weekend.
I scratched my chin and sat down on the couch staring at the confirmation. That hut rang a bell somewhere in the back of my head. Yes. We've been there before. Somewhen in the 90ies, as far as I remember.
We spent a long and lazy weekened there fishing, talking, drinking and enjoying the comfort that 'hut' offered which included a sauna.
And yes, I remember James stammering around quite often and behaving a bit odd. Well...now I know why, hm?
The memories of the evenings are quite blurred due to the heavy consumption of alcoholic beverages ...but...maybe...well...considering it now...something might have happened there.

I remember sitting in the sauna, we both had towels wrapped around our hips and talked about this and that. I can't remember if he was married to Susan or Bonnie at that time but he already told me that his marriage sucked.
That was no surprise.
All of his marriages sucked sooner or later...Most of them sooner than later though. And all of his wives seemed to harbour a great dislike for me.
Which was no big surprise for me either though.
Well...we kept talking, enjoyed the warmth and somewhere down the road Jim fell silent and just looked at me.
I stopped in the middle of my sentence and looked back at him. "Fwhat?"
He gulped and folded his hands in his lap. "N...nothing..."
I raised an eyebrow. "Did you see a ghost?"
Jim just shook his head and kept glancing at me.
My stomach twitched and I began to feel a bit uneasy and unsure. The feeling that glance aroused in me was something I wanted to keep deep down inside of me.
"So?", I asked.
"I...", he began.
Some minutes passed and I took a sip of my now luke warm Guinness. (Yes, I know you shouldn't do that!) "You?"
My head began to spin a bit and the last thing I remember was Jim leaning over me.
I can only imagine what happened there - maybe James will be able to tell us more.
It must have been rather pleasant, I suppose. There must be a reason he booked that hut again.

He refused to tell me anything about it on the phone though and told me to wait and be patient. I tried to. And I tried to get some sleep in that now much too big and lonely bed.

Friday morning I was in a lousy mood. Partially because I had clinic duty, partially because I knew Friday meant lunch with Dr. F.
So I limped into the lobby and everyone who was out of my way soon enough not to get acquainted with my cane was lucky.
The highlight of the day was a little boy with a sugar cane in his nose. I got it out and it was smeared with snot when I handed it back to him.
The boy beamed at me and began to suck it right away.
Disgusting.
But consequent.

Later I had the splendid idea just to be out of office at noon. But - alas - Dr. F. found me studying some X-rays.
"Here we go, Dr. House!", he beamed and patted my back.
I shot him a did-I-allow-you-to-touch-me?-glance, but he dragged me out of the room and whistled on our way out of PPTH. When we met Foreman, he just grinned and winked at me. Nice.
Well, he took me to that Italian restaurant around the corner and unpleasant memories of lunch with Allenby came back to my mind and made me even grumpier than usual. Which, of course, did no harm to Dr. F.'s horribly good mood. I could almost read his thoughts.
'Aaaaw...he's shy!'
Far from it! I was as impolite as possible which fueled his charms even more. So I was stumped and decided just to enjoy my - expensive! - meal.
When we came back to my office he even said goodbye with a hug (!) which left me fairly upset and disgusted.
"Stop it immediately!", I gnarled.
That only earned me a radiating smile.
"Grazie for the wonderful lunch break, Dr. House."
"Wonderful? Are you a masochist?", I shot back.
His smile broadened. "I really enjoy your company."
"Dork!", I grunted and closed the door behind me.

Did you know...?

2007-05-11T03:47:00.000+02:00

Well, that's an interesting, but completely useless medical fact:

Undertakers report that human bodies do not deteriorate as quickly as they used to. The reason, they believe, is that the modern diet contains so many preservatives that these chemicals tend to prevent the body from decomposition too rapidly after death.

In the middle ages we all would have been saints! Uncorruptibility, here we come!

Here's another one for you:

Several well documented instances have been reported of extremely obese people flushing aircraft toilets whilst still sitting on them. The vacuum action of these toilets sucked the rectum inside out.

Answering your question

2007-05-08T13:11:00.000+02:00

Yes, I will still write about Sunday with the family.
And the parts of Saturday I do remember.
But let me answer your question first.

One of the most common keyword phrases leading people here is Why does Dr. House limp?.
Well...I wonder why you do not just ask me, colleagues and fellow doctors!
Do you really think google could answer that?
Nosy dorks.

I will tell you the reason.
I had an infarction in my right leg, which caused my quadriceps muscles to become necrotic.
Well, I had the dead muscle bypassed in order to restore circulation to the remainder of my leg, accepting the possibility that the release of the chemicals that resulted from the blockage would cause organ failure or cardiac arrest.
Of course I was willing to endure excruciating chronic pain as a trade-off for retaining the use of my leg.
Unfortunately my former girlfriend was my medical proxy...so when I was put into a chemically-induced coma to sleep through the worst of my pain, she decided to exercise her right and chose a safer surgical middle-ground between amputation and a bypass involving removing just the dead muscle.
This resulted in a partial loss of the use of my leg and left me with a lesser, but still serious, level of pain.
For the rest of my life, fellow doctors, so this might answer the other question of yours. That's why I take Vicodin frequently.
Surprise, surprise...

Saturday with butthead and company

2007-05-08T04:05:00.000+02:00

I am so glad this is over.
I never look forward to Mondays, but this time Monday meant family-is-leaving-day.
Don't get me wrong - I do not hate them or something, of course not. (Well...but always had some problems with my father.)
But it's quite exhausting having your parents, mother- and stepfather-in-law, brother- and sister-in-law and your nephew around for a whole weekend.
Some of you might say 'Welcome to my world' now, but I am just not used to it.

A white lie spared us the Friday evening with our family. We told them we had to work late and spent a wonderful and cuddly evening at home watching scary movies and ordering pizza.
Saturday started early though. As Jim told you he spoilt part of our Friday by telling me we would go shopping with his mother. I refused to talk to him for about an hour and afterwards complained quite a while until he made up for it.

9 in the morning it was and the hellos were quite wearing. I managed to stay at the house with my father, Nathan, butthead and Sean as you could already read at Jim's blog.
I bet he had 'fun' going to the mall with a bunch of women. He did not want to talk about it... The most embarassing incident for him maybe was that his mother bought him a tie there. It looks like a very belated Bar Mitzvah present and is just hideous! Purple with a more than ugly pattern - a strange kid of paisley.
He only showed me in the evening with an embarassed little grin on his lips.
"Nice", I said when I laid eyes on that unspeakable thing.
"Yeah...I perfectly know what you are thinking. And you're right."
"I suppose it was a surprise then. Like driving home and hearing your mother say 'Jimmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy....look what I bought for you!' and have her rubbing that thing into your face."
He just nodded and stared at the tie in his hand. "Pretty much so."
"Why didn't you show me when you came back?"
"Greg", he sighed, "I was taking care of you."
"Oh...um..yeah, I remember."

Yes. He was taking care of me. How could I forget about that considering the severe headache I still had?
I already told you I stayed at the house with the other men. After playing Mafia with Sean I could no longer avoid talking and reluctantly settled on the couch to have morning coffee with my father, Nathan and butthead.
That conversation did not last very long for me though.
I poured myself a cup of coffee and found me staring into a tiny puddle of coffee on the ground of my mug.
Nathan pointed at the coffee machine. "There's some more, Greg."
I nodded, arose and wondered what butthead was heading for. He tried to stuff some luggage away in a wardrobe and needed a ladder to reach the top.
In the meantime, I made my way into the kitchen.
Butthead took the ladder from behind the kitchen door, swung around and I could only yell HO! before he accidentally hit my head really hard with it.
I immediately passed out and the next thing I remember was lying on a bed, Jim holding my hand and placing ice on my head.

Noon and afternoon passed in a hazy blur and with a damn headache on that bed.
When I arose it was early evening and the family decided to watch Eragon.
"Buah, no!", I thought but there was no way to get out of it. Everyone was ever so happy I was on my feet again and Jim insisted I had to stay with them.
Fine. So we watched Eragon. And had several pints of Guinness which earned us one of the spare rooms in the house.
When we went to bed I remembered a quote, stood in front of Jim, leaned on the wall and raised my eyebrows with a leer.

"I am Greg. And you are my rider."
"I suppose you feel better, darling."

Visitors of the day

2007-05-07T15:00:00.000+02:00

Yes.
No award, though.
I just like to mention them here.
It is fairly odd when you see by which means people find my blog and what they actually were looking for.
Here's the ranking for today:

1. place: "You kissed my ear you asswipe"
2. place: "can drinking beer and taking a vicodin hurt me"
3. place: "Why is Dr. House so mean?"

I would love to know who tried to ask google why I'm mean...

London, 1965

2007-05-05T17:22:00.000+02:00

You can always trust mums when it comes to digging out embarassing photographs and such things...
The dog's name was Weetabix.
And I always refused to look at the camera.

Strange certificate, Butthead's birthday and other things

2007-05-05T15:58:00.000+02:00

Family is a wonderful thing, right?
Especially if they live far, far away.
Canada, Baltimore, Tadshikistan...whatever.
Especially if your brother-in-law is a true butthead.

This weekend it's butthead's birthday.
And guess what?
My phone at PPTH rang and after I barked "House!" I heard a familar voice saying "Greg, it's your father."
Some ohnoes later I was told that he, my mother, Ruth, Nathan, Rachel, Sean and Butthead will spend the weekend in...rataplan...Plainsboro!
Yes! Plainsboro!
They thought it would be nice to celebrate Butthead's birthday here with us, rented a house and arrived here yesterday afternoon.

Considering the fact that Jim's family loves to celebrate with all the relatives they can get hands on I am lucky that Captain Ahab (that's what I call Jim's peglegged uncle, if you remember) won't be here.
They will visit us in a quarter of an hour.
Oh, nice!
I am so looking forward to listen to Rachel's and Butthead's marital problems...

Well...and I got a strange e-mail. The originator was a certain ItalianStallion@gmail.com or something. I deleted it right away but I really should show what this person sent to me.
I'm not sure whether to laugh or not.

Easter in Canada

2007-04-26T15:43:00.000+02:00

I told you I'd still write about Easter, right?
What I didn't expect was that Jim would start doing so - revealing some very private...incidents.
But he is right when he claims I am not any better. I know that.
I think we both just have to live with the babbling that's sometimes pouring out of each other's...well...not mouths, hm? Fingers?

So...after the not so short stop at the meadow and meeting the local gossip monger, we made our way to the hut and made ourselves comfortable up there.
15 minutes after our arrival Mr. Brunswick blew the horn of his pickup car.
I turned to Jim and grinned. "That old fart is a good walker!"
Jim sighed and blushed crimson red. "Yes. Amazing how fast the local news network is working."
He walked to the door, opened it and waved to Mr. Brunswick who jumped out of the car with a broad smile.
"JIM!", he exclaimed and patted Jim's shoulder as if it was ring-the-bell. "Good to see you again! Where's your sweetheart?"
I grinned and peeped out of the door. "Hey, Mr. Brunswick..."
"Dr. House!", he roared and greeted me in a quite similar way so that I had to lean hard on my cane afterwards. "I am bringing your stuff."
"Right on time", I nodded.
Brunswick laughed out loud. "Well...'the old fart', as you call him, was in the village store and told everyone he met you on the meadow down there."
James squeezed past him and put his arm around my shoulder. "Um...yes...the meadow...We had a short break there."
The corners of Brunswick's mouth twitched and he tried hard not to grin. "Yes, he told us something like that...He called it shnoggin' instead of short break."
Jim and me exchanged some quick glances and I grinned while he was breathing out with relief.
"Shnoggin'...er...snogging...well...um...yes."
Brunswick did not pay much attention to that 'cause he was already beginning to bring some of the numerous bags he brought inside.
Jim and me hurried to help him and I wondered if he thought we'd receive our whole families here or the Boston Red Sox.

Brunswick left not without inviting us to the pub in the evening and telling me how glad Finn was we were back. He winked and smirked to himself while I was just rolling my eyes.
"What did he tell you?", Jim wanted to know when I came back in and started to help him to stuff the things away.
"Invited us to the pub tonight...and told me how happy Finn is."
James frowned. "U-huuu...Finn, hm?"
I shrugged and opened the cupboard. "Yes. He's glad we're back."
"Sure. We."
I nudged Jim's side and we both grinned.

Afterwards we unpacked our bags and I was surprised when I saw that Jim brought some Easter decoration.
"You celebrate Easter? Being a Jew?", I raised an eyebrow.
James raised both of his eyebrows. "You celebrate Easter? Being nothing?"
"Ts ts", I grinned. "Who tells you I'm nothing? By the way I am just celebrating some days off with you."
"Yeah. And you celebrate the opportunity of getting nougat eggs and all that stuff."
"Got me!", I smirked. He knew I had a sweet tooth.

Well...we made ourselves comfortable and if you read Jim's blog you know how that day ended. We did not join the Brunswick's at the pub.
Nonetheless they asked us to go to the Easter mass with them Sunday morning. I showed my teeth but Jim agreed.

Oh, I was grumpy when I had to get up early for church.
"Why the heck did you agree?", I complained and watched my tired face in the mirror.
Jim hopped out of the shower and toweled. "C'mon, hun, it's not that bad. We're with our friends and after church we'll have Easter brunch at their home."
He cuffed my bum and gestured to the shower. "Now hurry, babes. I'll percolate coffee and after your shower and a good cuppa your world will look better."
I just frowned, dryswallowed a Vicodin and did what I was told.
Well, I was surprised that he was right.
Shower and coffee lifted my spirits and suddenly the prospect of going to church together with the whole village seemed fun.
Jim watched me carefully over the brim of his mug.
"You are plotting..."
I took a sip and smiled as bright as the sun. "I am not. I am just beginning to like the idea of watching an entire village on their knees."
Jim waved that aside. "You are plotting. I know that face. It's the 'solving a puzzle' look combined with that smug smile...."
Taking another sip of coffee I sat back in my chair. "If you think so..."
"Do I want to know?"
"Know what?"
"What you are going to do."
"Hey, I am just going to church with you and the villagers!"
Jim put down his mug and raised his hands. "Fine. Fine! Just...make sure you won't embarass me."
"Would I ever do that?"
"You so would!"
I put on a hurt expression and finished my coffee.

Just a few minutes later the police car blew the horn in front of the hut. Finn was there to pick us up, wearing a dark suit and smelling like a perfumery. Jim grinned and nudged my side. "Wanna hurry inside again and change into a suit?"
"Yeah, always", I replied and nudged him back.
Finn approached us all smiles and hugged me like a long lost friend. "Gregory!", he just said and eyed me from head to toe. After some seconds he added a "You look good!"
I just shrugged and wished him a Happy Easter.
"Jim, it's so good to see you again", he then turned to James who concealed a grin.
After the hellos we were on our way to church which was already crowded.
I limped inside leaning hard on my cane to make sure I would not kneel down or anything.
And to add more emphasis to the thing I was about to do.
We sat down next to the Brunswicks, Finn to my left, and Jim looked at me slightly concerned.
"Does it hurt that much today?"
I rubbed my thigh. "I'm okay, darling."
"You always say that..."
"Believe me, I'm okay."
Jim sighed and the Easter mass began.

Do you know Homer Simpson and the way he lies on the couch, drooling and half asleep? I think I must have looked fairly similar. Jim nudged me more than once and hissed my name. Then my eyes popped open again and I really tried to listen to what the priest said.
When I could not stomach it anymore I decided it was about time to do what I wanted to do. Just when the wholecongregation, out of respect including James, was kneeling down again I arose.
Everyone turned their head and looked at me. "Sit down again!", Jim hissed under his breath but I lifted my cane.
"A miracle!", I exclaimed. "I can walk!"
With these words I took a few steps into the aisle without using my cane. "Hallelujah!!!"
"Greg!!!!", Jim hissed again and the congregation was staring at me, some jaws dropped. I limped out of the church still not using my cane and heard someone else following me stammering "Excuse me...oh...I'm so sorry....oh...Lord..."
Jim for sure.

Outside I broke down with mad laughter at Finn's car. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I tried hard to catch breath when my head was slapped.
"Are you mad?!", Jim yelled at me.
I looked up at him with big puppy eyes. "Aw...don't be cross with me...I just had to..."
"You hurt their religious feelings!!! That's no joke!", he said with clenched teeth.
I was still laughing, could not help it, and shook my head. "If anything I made the morning a bit interesting..."
Jim sat down next to me in the grass. "You are impossible! Really!"
I twirled my cane and smiled at him. "But it was...fun."
He turned his head to me. "At least for you."
I poked him. "C'mon...I see that developping grin..."
And yes. There it was. A small grin. Then a broad grin. That broad grin turned into laughter and soon we both had to wipe our tears away.

Five minutes later Finn ran out of the church and nodded down to us. "Well...That was...interesting. They are still discussing what exactly it was."
Jim grunted. "It was one of his ill-minded jokes!"
Finn could not help grinning. "Um...I think...it was funny, I have to admit."
"Thumbs up!", I said and he offered me his hand.
"Okay, get up, you two. We'll be driving home now before everyone else is coming out."
I ignored his hand and got to my feet, having dirt brushed off my trousers by Jim. "Yes, let's hook it."
Shortly after us the rest of the Brunswick family came home and I was a bit surprised no one was cross with me.

The middle of the week

2007-04-25T16:28:00.000+02:00

...and I got Starbucks coffee every single morning since Monday.
Quite comfortable, I have to admit.
This is today, early morning in my office and still dark outside:

I have no clue how the liberal donor and (not really) nameless sponsor knows when I'll be here in the mornings, but it's always hot and fresh when I come in.
Foreman took the photograph this morning and was already laughing his ass off again. Jim hates it and always frowns and wrinkles his nose when he gets to know there was a cup of coffee waiting for me again.
Well...and I just think it's agreeable as long as the contributor can't be seen around.
The coffee is always accompanied by a little gift though and the words 'Caution, I'm hot' are underlined...
Chocolates, CDs, croissants...Today it was heartshaped nougat with the lyrics of Can't take my eyes off you. I traded the sweets for a prescription and decided not to tell James they were little nougat hearts. He'll know soon enough and I hope he won't be pissy. It's not my fault.

Speaking of James and hearts...he's soooo sweet...
We've been to the mall during lunch break and bought a new phone. And he was totally enthusiastic over these....'fairy lights' and bought them for the bedroom:

Well, it takes a bit getting used to...
And I hope he won't read that now, 'cause I bought something else, too, just to mock him slightly. He awoke last night, was thirsty, got up and ran against a dresser waking me up with his cursing and yelling.
So...I got him a little night light. With Snoopy, of course. I can't stop grinning when I think of it. As soon as he's asleep I'll attach it to the wall socket next to his side of the bed:

Lunchbreak...yes, lunchbreak. There was another incident brightening up my day. Dr. F. creeped around my office the whole day, waving to me, grinning, beaming and so on. It was such a ridiculous sight you just can't imagine it.
At lunchtime he tried to enter my office, did not knock because he noticed I saw him through the glass door and hit it with his head instead of opening it.
That sound!
That face!
Priceless!
"Ouch!", he exclaimed and I was about to shoot the coffee I just sipped out of my nose.
"Can I help you?", I just asked dryly.
He managed to come in with a silent curse and blushed deeply. "I...I..."
I sighed. "Sudden aphasia again?"
"N...no. I was on my way to have lunch at the Italian restaurant around the corner...and...I wondered if you would like to come with me. My treat."
I sat back in my chair and rubbed my eyes. "Is it lunchtime yet? Your treat sound tempting, but I'm about to leave to the mall now."
"Oh, oh", he said hastily, "I could invite you to the mall, too!"
I shook my head. "No. See? There's Dr. Wilson", I said pointing at him approaching my office. "He's picking me up and we both will leave to the mall now."
With these words I grabbed my backpack and arose to limp to the door.
Dr. F. looked fairly disappointed and replied a friendly "Hello, Dr. Wilson" to Jim's icy nod.

On our way to the car Jim was still slightly pissy.
"What did he want again?"
I grinned. "Inviting me for lunch."
James snorted. "Ah, ever so nice! Doesn't he know we're married?"
I shrugged. "Dunno. He did not ask me."
"Does he know you're with me?"
"C'mon, James, no need to be pissy. He'll find out soon enough. And until that day he can provide me with early morning coffee as long as he does not lurk at my office."
James opened the car and grinned. "That's so you...Sometimes you are really mean..."
I sat down and leered at him. "And you love me for that."
"Inter alia", he smiled and kissed me before he started the engine.

Just some photographs

2007-04-24T16:54:00.000+02:00

I'm grinning like a Cheshire cat!
Jim likes it.
At least he says so.

And it's me and Jimmy:

Tanti auguri a te, JoJo!

2007-04-23T17:04:00.000+02:00

That was Italian for

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, JOJO!!!

I was inspired by the Ti amo, Gregory someone scribbled on my post-it, forgive me please.
Have a wonderful day with your friends and family (just lacking your cousin and 'cousin-in-law') down there in California and use your new camera in Disneyland.

The evening with 'Dr. Italy'

2007-04-20T14:25:00.000+02:00

Foreman and some others asked me to tell you all about yesterday evening.
Well. It was interesting and amusing.
At least for me.

When my lecture was over, Dr. Fusselli (Fusilli? Fusselini?) rushed over to me and told me he'd pick me up at 7 p.m. with a cab and take me to some 'molto bene ristorante'. I just shrugged, nodded, grabbed my backpack and made my way to the parking lot.

After having a shower and talking to James on the phone 7 p.m. sharp a taxi blew the horn.
I stepped outside and almost ran into Dr. Fuselli (or whatever) who was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs with a ridiculously happy grin on his face and wearing an Armani suit.
(I was wearing jeans, t-shirt, rumpled shirt, sack coat and chucks as usual.)
"Ciao, Dr. House!", he beamed at me and I quickly made sure he had no box of chocolates or other silly stuff in his hands.
"Hey!", I just answered and squeezed past him to sit down in the cab.
"I am so glad you had spare time tonight", he smiled when he sat down next to me and patted my shoulder. I flinched a bit - I hate it when people just touch me without being allowed to do so.
He either ignored that or was not aware of it 'cause he kept touching my shoulder, my arm and my knee while prattling.
"Stop it!", I finally gnarled and he froze in his movement.
"Stop what?"
The hackie looked over his shoulder. "I think this means Hands off..."
"Oh...", he blushed. "I didn't mean...I..this is just..an Italian habit."

He kept his hands off me until we reached the restaurant, Lahieres on Witherspoon Street. They are famous for their filet mignon, so I already decided what to order the moment I got out of the cab.
Besides that I was looking forward to a good cigar, wine and a Single Malt.
It was almost embarassing that Dr. Fusselini hurried to open the door for me and gracefully guided me to the table.
Even more embarassing was the fact that that table was obviously chosen for a cosy date. A bit hidden beneath flowers, dim light, candles...the whole nine yards.
I sat down and looked around - the reastaurant was nice though.
"Do you like the table?", Dr. F. asked with a bright smile.
I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Um...well...a fairly nice table when you're with your significant other...Or with a date and being determined to go all the way."
Dr. F. seemed close to a heart attack and grinned from ear to ear. "Oh. Well...maybe."
I subtly shook my head and looked up to the waitress who brought us the menu.
"Did the gentlemen choose a wine yet?", she asked.
Dr. F. smiled and nodded. "Banfi 1999 Poggio alle Mura Brunello di Montalcino, per favore."
"Good choice", I thought, but considering he could afford that wine, I asked "Would it be a problem to choose Casanova di Neri 2000 Brunello di Montalcino Cerretalto?"
If he really thought he was dating me, he could fork out 40 bucks more for me.
Dr. F. was fidgeting at his collar and thinking for a splitsecond.
"Um...no...of course not. A very good wine, you're right."
"Wonderful", I smiled at him and leaned back in my chair to study the menu.

We both chose the filet mignon and the wine was excellent.
For a while, even the conversation was pleasant to some extent. He was talking about Italy, work, wine and so on, I made my remarks, social noises, mocked him without him even noticing and filled my gullet.
I was quite contented until he began to rave of my 'good looks', 'intelligence', 'charme' and so on. I just tried to ignore all that and to enjoy my Tiramisu instead. Dr. F.'s eyes became a bit dilated and I could not see if it was because of the wine or because...well...of me.
"By the way, my name is Marco...Fusselini of course....you can call me Marco", he said with an awfully warm smile.
I looked up from my Tiramisu and replied. "My name is Gregory House, of course. You can call me Gregory...House."
He obviously thought it was a joke 'cause he snickered and grabbed my hand, squeezed it and whispered "Gregory..."
I quickly withdrew my hand and turned my attention to the dessert again. Now this was getting unpleasant.
"Would you like a cigar after the dessert?", Dr. F. asked and I pondered for a while. Then I thought "Okay, a cigar, why not? And afterwards I'll go home."
"Yes please", I nodded, "a J.L. Salazar y Hermanos."

While I was crushing my Tiramisu I heard a familiar voice exclaiming "Marcooooo!"
Joey Arnello. I grinned. That man was nearly everywhere. He shortly hugged Dr. F., eyed the cigar and talked to him. Apparantly he asked if he was here with someone else because Marcooooo gestured towards our table.
A broad grin appeared on Arnello's face. "Dottore House!!!", he yelled over to me and I waved. Dr. F. seemed a bit puzzled and followed Arnello back to the table.
"Nice to see you, eh?", Arnello roared and patted my shoulder.
"You know each other?", Dr. F. asked totally superfluous.
Arnello nodded and winked at me. "Just tell me if he should be molesting you, eh?"
I grinned. "Of course I will."
Arnello nodded again. "Fine. Have a nice evening and greetings to Dr. Wilson."
All smiles I nodded back and began to smoke my cigar and ignored Dr. F.'s attempts to dally with me.

And I successfully managed to ignore said attempts on the way back home.
When I got out of the cab he walked me to the door.
"Um...", he began and hesitated.
"Um?", I asked and unlocked the door.
"Could...could...could I..."
I raised an eyebrow. "Interesting! Sudden aphasia."
"Er...no...I was just searching for words."
"Did you find any? I'm sure I left some on the stairs."
He grinned. "Yes."
"So?"
"Could I get a cup of coffee before I get home?"
Oh no! He still thought he was dating me. That was so cliché!
I walked into the appartment, said "No!" and closed the door behind me.

For a few seconds I leaned at the door and wondered why I did not hear leaving steps outside. Was he too dumbfounded to go home? Considering the fact I had to be at PPTH at 6 am the next morning an idea came to my mind and I opened the door again, peeped around the corner and watched his face light up.
"Okay, tomorrow morning, 6 a.m. at my office. I prefer caramel macchiato. Your treat!"
With these words I closed the door again, went into the bathroom and laughed my ass off.

And you won't believe it.
He was there this morning.
With caramel macchiato from Starbucks.
Most of the time I ignored him, sipped my coffee and prepared my lecture for today.
He looked so ridiculously happy when he entered the lecture room with me Foreman shot milk out of his nose.

What pill should YOU be taking?

2007-04-20T13:55:00.000+02:00

What Pill Should YOU Be Taking?
Patient Name:	Gregory House
Prescription:	Gregory houseel

Effects:	Allows you to become irresistible

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Such a rotten week

2007-04-19T15:55:00.000+02:00

Mood: annoyed and cranky
Weather: sunny...but I'm annoyed
Listening to: babbling students and doctors
Drinking: very strong coffee...in order not to run amok

It's day 4 of a completely rotten week.
Rotten to the core.
I told you that Dr. Johnson and Dr. Mason complained about me, right?
Well, Cuddy's punishment followed swiftly.
I have to lecture the whole week! Lecturing day succeeds lecturing day and my crankiness grows.
My lectures on interdisciplinary diagnostic investigation start at 7 am (!!!) every ~~fucking~~ single morning and end at 5 pm. This is utterly exhausting, boring and annoying. My only pleasure is torturing the participants (including Foreman) and leading them a merry dance.
To worsen everything, Jim's not here until tomorrow evening. He lectures at McGill and I miss him like hell.

Missing...yes...missing was another thing - my red mug. Yesterday morning and noon it was there at the lectern. When I came back from lunch it was gone.
Imagine that!
My mug!
Gone!
I sipped my coffee out of the thermos flask then and was even more annoyed.
Well...Foreman had a suspicion though and told me about the guy sitting behind him. Some surgeon from Naples working here at PPTH since September.
"Didn't you notice he's always beaming at you?", Foreman asked me and frowned.
I shook my head. "No, my sweet little brownbear, I did not notice."
"Well, he does, my sweet little bastard!", Foreman retorted sharply and I congratulated myself for annoying him that quickly.
"And I am sure he took your mug as a souvenir. He keeps raving of your 'delicate and beautiful cheekbones' and told me he wants to ask you out for dinner tonight."
I laughed out loud. "Yeah, Foreman, for sure!"
Foreman just nodded. "Yes, for sure. I'm not kidding!"
I shrugged and waved that aside.

And guess what?
This morning, my mug was back!
Filled to the brim with heartshaped chocolates and accompanied by a bunch of flowers. Or should I call it a nosegay? Red and yellow tulips - nice, I have to admit.
But I definitely do not like the thought they're from Dr.,...Dr....I forgot his name. It's something reminding me of pasta...Something like Fusilli.
Foreman's triumphant grin almost made me sick and he was the one who had to suffer most from my crankiness today.
But he kept a stiff upper lip and took some photographs. "Because I am sure you want to remember that day", he grinned.

Here they are:

No...not my handwriting on the chalkboard.

Lecturing is fun...

Dr. Fusilli or whatever really asked me out today. And I accepted.
Hey, it's food, it's alcohol, it's the chance of humiliating a fellow doctor and it's free! I'll fill my gullet, drink several beer and then go home and look forward to tomorrow evening when Jim comes back.

Black and white photo

2007-04-18T16:06:00.000+02:00

James took that photo yesterday evening.
He likes playing around with black and white these days and I have to admit I like the result of his efforts.
Aaah...yesterday was wonderful.
We've been to that new seafood restaurant.

A good cup of coffee for some special readers

2007-04-18T11:23:00.000+02:00

Yes.
I am generous today and splash out a big mug of coffee to each of my 'patrons',
i.e. just to mention some:

The unknown AOL user from the US

The unknown Verizon user from the US

My reader from New Jersey

My reader from Frankfurt, Germany

My reader from Madrid, Spain

My reader from London, UK

My reader from Union City, Ohio

My reader from Rotterdam, The Netherlands

and

My unknown readers from Mexico, The Czech Republic and Portugal

Please help yourself, ladies and gentlemen

I am fairly busy but will still tell you about Easter.
(And that horrible week...I think.)

Strange obituary test...

2007-04-16T13:07:00.000+02:00

'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Monday again

2007-04-16T08:19:00.000+02:00

Evil, stinking and pestilent Monday.
So I thought we all might need a cheer up, hm?
And because I am such a nerd for British music I remembered this song:

Oh Lord, won't you buy me...

2007-04-13T14:50:00.000+02:00

...a bunch of patience?
I can't believe it.
I am annoyed!
Dr. Mason and Dr. Johnson are at Cuddy's office right now.
Complaining about me!
They told Foreman and Chase they'd tell Cuddy I scared them so much they were unable to do their work.
Simply impossible!
But there's no use in getting angry, hm?
Let's think about something pleasant.
Easter!

James and me had four days off and took a flight to Canada.
Yes, Canada - we spent Easter at his father's fishing hut there.
An SUV was waiting for us at the airport and we drove up to the hut. Oh, and yes, my well-thought plan of not asking 'Are we there yet?' even once payed off. Jim was puzzled and shot me more than two slightly worried side glances.
"Are you in pain?", he asked softly and patted my knee.
"No?", I answered and frowned. In addition to my answer I shook my Vicodin.
Now it was Jim's turn to furrow his brow.
"But..."
I smiled at him. "But what?"
"You are...quiet."
"Am I?"
James sighed. "Well....not really quiet. But...you are not trying to annoy me."
I grinned. "I thought thinking about what's wrong with me could annoy you even more than the perpetual question 'are we there yet?'..."
Another deep sigh. "Sometimes you are a closed book to me..."
I rested my head on his shoulder and gave him a small kiss on his neck. "Most of the time an open book, hm?"
James kissed my head and nodded.

As we passed a supermarket I raised my head.
"Do we have to go shopping today?"
"Nope, babes. Mr. Brunswick will deliver everything we need to the cottage."
I stretched, nodded and leaned back in the passenger seat.
Another sigh made me turn my head. "Hm?"
James looked at me fondly and just smiled. "You..."
I raised an eyebrow. "I?"
"You are just...sweet!"
I could not avert blushing and beamed at him. "I'm not!", I insisted nonetheless.
"Yes, you are...No backtalk!"
"I.."
"No lip!", Jim interrupted me and grinned.
I grinned back. "Okay. I am."
I switched on the radio while Jim seemed to be contented and concentrated on the street again.
Keane sang Somewhere only we know and meanwhile we were in the middle of the woods and almost there.
When I was humming to the song Jim suddenly stopped the car and gestured to the meadow left from the road.
"Out!"
I sat up and stared at him. "Huh?!"
"Out!", he repeated with emphasis.
"Fwlah?"

James unstrapped, got out, walked around the car, opened my door, unstrapped me and dragged me out.
I was puzzled, stumbled outside and still stared at him. "Wha..what have I done?"
"You are way too cute", he whispered into my ear. "And therefor I want to cuddle you over there right now!"
With these words he softly pushed me across the street and we had a short walk through the wood and sat down on the meadow.
I shook my head. "You really scared me, you know that?"
Jim sniggered and put his arm around me. "I am really able to scare you?"
"Yes", I nodded and shrugged. "I thought I made you angry somehow and you would make me walk up there."
"Aw...babes...", Jim sighed and kissed me fondly embracing me and holding me close.
I felt like melting away in his arms and really appreciated it when he deepened the kiss. Soon I forgot my surroundings and he turned me into a sighing and love dazed bundle which lay in his arms and could do nothing else but return his kisses.

Both our breathing became heavy and the resolution to cuddle me here faded away. This was beginning to become much more than just cuddling - we both knew that.
But since we were in the middle of nowhere and couldn't see the street anymore we both did not care. Jim broke the kiss for a second to catch breath and whisper "I love you" while he got rid of my jacket and started to unbutton my shirt.
I moaned an "I love you, too" under my breath, slipped my hands underneath his jumper and took it off.
This meant we had to interrupt our kissing - but not for long.

I have no clue how we got completely undressed, but we got it quickly and I only noticed it when James bent over me and was carefully parting my legs with his knee. His hands caressed my hips, his eyes were dilated and my heart began to race when I felt his hot breath on my neck.
"Mmmmh...Jim....", I managed to moan before he sealed my lips with another kiss, a very passionate one. My body promptly responded and in return I felt something hard at my hip.
The said part of Jim's body did not remain there for long though. With an awfully slow stroke he made us become one and me gasp, groan and grunt with pleasure.
The following hour or aeon he took me high up into the sky and I was all fluffy and dizzy in my head when we lay on the grass afterwards and he covered my chest with soft kisses.
"We should go back to the car now", he murmured, looked up and smiled at me.
"Uhu...", was the only thing I could answer as I watched him gathering our clothes.
I dressed half in a trance and as soon as I slipped into my sportscoat again James grabbed my collar and drew me close.
"You've been a bit...loud, buttercup", he grinned and kissed me.

As if on cue someone stepped out of the wood and stared at us.
"Oh noooo...", I thought. It was that old fart, the local tattletale.
James took a step back and nodded to him.
"Dr. Wilson", the old fart said and nodded back. "I thought I heard someone cry...Is everything okay with you?"
I suppressed a giggle and turned away for some seconds.
"Um...yes...we are both okay. And..well...we did not hear anything", James answered.
Old fart narrowed his eyes and watched me combing some leaves out of my hair.
"Aren't you Dr. Wilson's colleague who was here with him this winter?"
I smirked and nodded. "Yes. I am. But I fear I do not know you, oh omniscient gossipmonger!"
Old fart ignored that and continued to talk. "Did you just kiss him, Dr. Wilson?!"
Jim shrugged. "Mhm. I did."
The eyes of the old man widened. He would have much to tell this evening in the village bar. Or in a few minutes in the village store...
I turned to him again and put on my sweetest smile ever.
"And if you do not report us to the police, I will tell you we just had sex here."

Sometimes...

2007-04-11T15:41:00.000+02:00

...I'm a bit scared when I find pictures like that on the web.
But I have to admit it's gorgeous.
She captured us pretty well and I wonder what's on her mind...
See the original here: http://elicia8.livejournal.com/96270.html#cutid1

Good morning!

2007-04-11T13:40:00.000+02:00

No.
I am not cute in the mornings.
Although Jim never tires insisting on it.
This is me this morning, sitting at the breakfast table.
Not cute at all...
The steam in the picture is the steam from our coffeecups.

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2007-04-09T12:50:00.000+02:00

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Playing the piano...

2007-04-07T13:35:00.000+02:00

...in a hotel room with hideous curtains...

Clinic duty at its best

2007-04-06T16:03:00.001+02:00

Good Lord!
You just can't imagine how weird clinic duty can be sometimes.
Of course I hate it.
Those days are dreaded and I always try to avoid it somehow by all means.
Hiding, lying, sneaking out, everything.

Well...today it started all the same.
I knew I had clinic duty until evening and tried to hide in Jim's office.
Of course Cuddy caught me there.
With a deep sigh I crawled out from underneath Jim's desk and went to exam room 8. The only thing lifting my spirits today was the fact that it was the last week of Foreman's and Chase's three weeks vacation.
Dr. Mason and Dr. Johnson, their three-weeks deputyship, are a pain in the ass. They seem to be scared of me and avoid me whenever and whereever they get the chance to. Besides that they are what a talented photographer I know from deviantArt (Mr. Burnside) calls 'dumber than a box of rocks'.
Well...I call them dumber than a slice of toast though and I am damn sure they already heard that. But it's nothing but the truth. If you have urgent testings to be done - never ever ask them.

I don't know if they fail because they are so scared of me or if they are really just dumb and stupid morons. And you know what?
I am not interested in it. I don't care.
They do not have to like me or even like working for me.
No one does.
They are just supposed to do their work properly!

But back to clinic duty.
It was in the late afternoon when a guy came in.
The first thing I noticed was his odd walk. Then there was a strange smell I could not associate.
"I...have a problem", he said when he stood in front of me.
I sniffed and answered "That's obvious" instead of greeting him.
He blushed crimson red, swallowed and nodded.
That was it for the next few minutes. He neither moved nor spoke and just stared down at his shoes.
In the meantime I sat back in my chair and played with my cane.
Ten minutes later I looked up at him.
"So...anything else? Or did you just want to tell me you have a problem? At 6th floor they have excellent conversational therapy groups..."
Odd-walk-guy shook his head.
"N-no...I..." he sighed. "Okay!" With these words he took his trousers and underwear off and turned around.
The smell got worse and I wrinkled my nose but could not see anything unusual.
"Well...you should go and have a shower. But as far as I can see your ass looks perfectly normal", I told him.
"Oh!", he said and bent forward.
What could be seen then made me stare at it a couple of minutes.
I tried to force down the laughter that wanted to errupt out of my mouth and blinked a few times.
There was fishtail sticking out of his ass and now it was my turn to bend forward and examine it closer.

"Now...don't tell me you fell on it", I smirked.
"I...yes...I did. It was frozen, you know?"
"Keyword: was!"
The poor guy nodded. Little pervert...
"So...it unfolded a slightly sharp fin now it's in its new aggregate state?"
Little pervert nodded again. "Y-yes...and now I can't get it out."
"Oh, you sissy!", I exclaimed. "You shove a frozen pike into your ass and now you are too girly to get it out?"
"I...I..."
I took the fishtail and pulled the pike out quickly.
"Ouuuuuuuuuuch!!!!", little pervert whined.
"Ah, shut up!", I hissed and put the pike, which now looked slighty odd (to put it into polite words), in a plastic bag.
Pike-in-the-ass-guy turned around with a very weird facial expression.
"I...I am not...gay, if you think that now..."
I raised my hands and looked at him with biiig eyes.
"Noooooo! Of course not! You just like...pikes in your ass. That's a lot better than being gay."
With these words I handed him the bag with the wrecked fish in it.
"Maybe you need it for your next barbeque", I sniggered and he fled out of exam room 8 without any goodbye or thank you.

I was not granted to ponder about this for long.
My next patient was a boy wearing a Spiderman costume. He was accompanied by his mom and his arm stuck out in an odd angle.
"Oh my Goodness! It's Spiderman himself!", I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.
His mother nodded to me and shook hands. "Hamdon. This is Chris."
I grinned at the boy. "Now, Chris Hamdon...this is an obvious fraction of your arm. Want to tell me what happened?"
Spiderman took off his mask and I saw a totally smeared face. Dust and tears I suppose.
He told me he jumped off the roof and thought he could abseil like Spiderman.
I had to think about that for a while.
"You mean business?"
"It's his costume!", Chris answered with a slightly offended facial expression.
I turned to Mrs. Hamdon. "How old is your son?"
"He just turned nine", she told me.
"Okay, Peter Parker!", I addressed the boy. "You are nine years old and think you could abseil like Spiderman from a building just because you are wearing that costume?!"
Not-really-Peter-Parker nodded.
I sighed. "Mrs. Parker...um...Hamdon...go and check your family history for mental aberrations..."
Oh, I hope she won't sue me.

When I came home Jim was already there and I smelled some gorgeous food.
"Darling?", he yelled out of the kitchen when he heard the door.
I limped to the kitchen door and smiled at him. "Back home finally!", I sighed and he kissed my cheek.
"Just in time", he grinned and set the table.

After that wonderful dinner I wanted to help him doing the dishes but he refused.
"That can wait until tomorrow, babes", he whispered into my ear and kissed me fondly.
"Whooooohoooooo!", I thought but he went into the bathroom and rummaged around there.
A few minutes later he called me.
I raised an eyebrow and followed his voice. "Hun?"
I peeped around the corner and saw the bathroom lit by candlelight and a very inviting bathtub.
Jim embraced me and caressed my back. "For you, my luv..."
I did not really know what to say and believe me - the bath was wonderful. He fondled my hair while I lay in the tub, amassed my shoulders...

Afterwards I hobbled into the bedroom and wanted to search some new clothes for the evening. I stopped at the door and just stared for a while.
Candles everywhere!
It looked wonderful.
I was embraced from behind and Jim kissed my neck. "You smell like roses..."
I had not much time to answer, he softly pushed me to the bed and made me melt through the slatted frame for the next four hours.

Such a wonderful evening!

Medical News

2007-04-05T14:48:00.000+02:00

Okay...not really news...
But maybe interesting for some of you.

Research has shown that regular (more than five times per week) masturbation can cut the risk of prostate cancer by up to a third.
This is because regular ejaculation reduces the buildup of carconagenic deposits in sperm which can damage the cells lining the prostate. This would therefore apply also to frequent sexual intercourse.

Clumsy mending of broken pieces

2007-03-30T11:52:00.000+02:00

I think you all read Jim's blogpost 'Broken Pieces'.
I thought about that day and tried to recall it - Jim asked me if I remembered anything 'cause he thought he passed out somewhere down the road after too many beers and whiskey.
No, James. You did not pass out.
But let's begin from the start, right?

It was somewhen in October 2000, around the 15th or 20th as far as I can remember.
The day began fine - a perfect fall day with spider webs glistening in the morning sun, trees boasting off their splendid colors and me looking forward to two days off work.
I was whisteling a tune, percolating coffee and thought about going to the golf course when the phone rang.
"House?", I answered.
"Hello, dear, it's me."
I smiled and poured myself a cup of coffee. "Hey, Stacy!"
I could almost hear her grin. "What was that sound? Coffee? Oh, you don't have to answer. Of course it was coffee, my little junkie!"
"Oh, I confess!", I replied. "You caught me in the act."
She laughed and sighed at the same time. "I told you about the harms of too much coffee, darling."
Glad she could not hear me rolling my eyes I answered: "And I told you about the benefits of coffee, Stacy."
Another sigh. "Right. You are the doctor. I didn't want to talk about coffee anyways."
I sipped said coffee and looked out of the window into the beautiful morning. "About what did you want to talk?"
She hesitated. "Mmm...nothing special."
"So that's the oh so soon end of our conversation?"
Stacy laughed again. "No, not yet. First I'd like to ask you if you'd want to spend the afternoon with me."
"Buy me with a coffee and a dinner and I'm in!"
"I think I can afford this", she said with a soft voice while I watched the neighbor's fat dog fouling another neighbor's lawn.
"Look, I have a client in half an hour. I think I'll be with you around 3 pm, darling. See you then", she continued and I heard her kiss the handset.
"See you then, Stacy", I answered and hung up.

Outside it was beginning to become interesting because neighbor two spotted neighbor one's fat dog now on his lawn relieving himself. He cried something, cussed and grabbed a pitchfork (I always wondered why he had this...) and ran over to Hamish (that was the dog's name).
Hamish for one was so shocked by that sight he vomited out his breakfast on the lawn and took flight.
I watched all this with an amused grin and chuckled into my mug. Good dog...
I took my shopping list, scribbled 'sausage for Hamish' onto it and emptied my mug.
Then I took my key, put on my coat and drove to the mall.

I spent a rather lazy day until Stacy arrived playing the piano, watching TV, reading Indian professional journals and just sitting on my hands.
3 pm sharp the door bell rang and Stacy was outside greeting me with a kiss. "Take your coat and get into my car, darling!", she said and I just obeyed.
She invited me for coffee and fudge cake in a nice and small café and afterwards we had a walk around McCormack Lake, which offered breathtaking views and fresh air.
We talked about this and that, she told me about her client and we were just chit-chatting.
Until she suddenly took my hand.
"Greg?"
"M?"
She smiled at me and kissed me softly. After she had looked into my eyes for some seconds she finally began to talk.
"Hm...Greg...what would you say...I mean...how do you think about marriage?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Marriage? It's a thing people do sooner or later if they love each other and want to spend their lives together."
She nodded. "Exactly."
"That was easy!", I smirked and walked on.
She dropped that and did not mention it again until dinner.

We had dinner at a Spanish restaurant and I was just enjoying a Fino when she began again.
She leaned forward and took my hand.
"So...Gregory...what do you think about engagement?"
I slowly emptied the glass and watched her carefully. "It is the thing people do before getting married."
She sighed. "I didn't ask if you knew what it is. I asked what you think about it."
I began to feel uncomfortable and shrugged. "Well...it's...not too bad. I think it's a fairly nice thing if you want to get married. The smaller promise before the bigger one."
My hand was squeezed and she smiled with sparkling eyes. "Right."
"So...that was it?", I thought and wanted to free my hand and lean back in my chair.
She held my hand and continued. "So...shouldn't we two get engaged?"
Rats! There was it! The dreaded question!
"I'm not sure!", I answered promptly.
She took her and away, leaned back and stared at me.
"You're...not sure?"
I rubbed my chin. "No..."
"But...Greg!"
I shrugged and played with my napkin. "Sorry, Stacy...I'd be biting off more than I can chew with that now..."
"You think it's out of your range?", she asked disbelievingly.
I sighed, shrugged again and looked up into her eyes. "I am sorry...I just...I never thought about that...not yet."
She raised her hand. "Fine, Greg. I won't mention that again. It's your turn now when you thought about it long enough."
Did I want to marry her?
I was really not sure.
It was nice being with her, but would I want to spend the rest of my life with Stacy?
Deep, deep down in my heart there was something else lurking which I did not want to come to light and I denied myself the knowledge of that.
She was pissed off, that could be easily seen.
Her mood seemed to influence the weather because it started to be really rotten outside.

When we left the restaurant the wind was howling down the street, fallen leaves danced in the air and it began to rain.
Arriving at my appartment it was raining heavily and I lit a fire in the fireplace. Stacy had calmed down and we spent a rather pleasant evening talking by the fireside.

I was just searching for a bottle of Aberlour when the door bell rang.
"I'll answer the door, darling", Stacy said and went into the hallway.
With a smile I finally found the bottle and heard her talk to someone at the door.
"Who is it, Stacy?", I asked.
"It is James, darling", she yelled back and my heart made a jump.
James! How nice!

Well...you read it in Jim's post that I sent her home, I suppose.
When I left my bedroom where Jim changed his soaked clothes I switched on the HiFi unit and poured two glasses of Aberlour for us.
"What is this?", Jim asked leaning in the doorframe.
I looked up. "The malt or the music? The malt is Aberlour and the music are the Tindersticks."
I handed him his glass and heard him murmur "Sounds great..."
Inwardly I agreed and raised my glass. "Slaìnte!"

We flung ourselves onto my couch and while having several beers James told me the whole story. Thin-mouthed and needle-eyed Karen betraying him with her French teacher, he seeking comfort in the arms of a young nurse ending up in bed with her, Karen kicking him out, he stranding here.
"So Jimmy, how do you feel now?", I asked and looked deep into his eyes.
"Like my world just got a bigger crack though" he mumbled.
"Hmmm... So what now? Divorce?" I said and poured another drink.
"I dunno, Greg, I dunno."
He really seemed devastated.
I sipped my malt. "Perhaps I should think about that marriage thing again though."
A cough made me look up to Jim again who nearly spat out his malt.
"The what?!"
"The marriage thing", I answered and met his eyes.
How would he react if I told him Stacy and me got engaged? Of course it was a lie, but how would he react?
"What marriage thing?", he asked me with a constrained voice.
I sat back, played with my glass and watched him carefully.
"Well, we just got engaged today."
Jim blinked and stammered "To...to..today? Engaged?!!"
"Shocked?"
He definitely looked shocked. And this somehow made me feel brilliant. I just didn't know why.
"Shocked?", he repeated after quite a while. "No ...yes ... no ... I mean" he took a deep breath "I ... geez, TODAY?"
I still watched him and nodded.
"Today and you sent her away? I should go now..." he stammered and got ready to leave.

Blame it on the amount of alcohol I had.
Blame it on his reaction.
Blame it on that thing lurking deep, deep down in my heart and creeping up to light now.
Blame it on whatever you like.
I can't think what came over me.
I don't know why I did what I did.

I softly pushed him back onto the couch and leaned over him.
"I think you won't go anywhere now, Jimmy", I murmured and looked deep into those brown eyes with amber and golden sparkles.
James gazed back, blinked and sighed.
I slightly lowered my head keeping his gaze and his eyes fluttered shut.
For some seconds I hesitated and tried to settle my racing thoughts. I failed when I felt his breath on my lips and his warmth so close to me.
So I gave in and slightly and shyly put my lips on his.
He did not shy away but sighed again.
This encouraged me a lot and I started to kiss him tenderly.
Oh...I can't describe how that felt. My stomach made backflips, I felt the blood rush through my veins, my heart started to slop over and I wrapped my arms around him.
I hardly noticed that he embraced me and suddenly it came to my mind he returned the kiss. In fact I felt the tip of his tongue open my lips and deepened the kiss.
I think I uttered a moan and we parted and stared into each other's eyes.
"Greg...", Jim whispered but I put my finger on his lips.

I did not want to hear that this wasn't right.
I did not want to hear that we should stop.
I did not want to hear he wanted to leave.

"Shh", I said, bent down to kiss him again and nearly fainted when I felt his hands slipping underneath my shirt.
"Oh...okay...maybe he wanted to tell you something else?", was the last clear thought I had.
The night passed by with the sound of rustling clothes, sighs, murmured names and kissing.

When we woke up the other morning we still lay on the couch and it was obvious Jim thought we just got drunk and fell asleep there. So I put that memory aside and...well...managed to 'forget' about it until Jim mentioned that day again.

Stupid quiz

2007-03-26T13:48:00.000+02:00

Don't ask...

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A consultation

2007-03-24T21:21:00.000+01:00

Jim and me spent an awfully nice evening yesterday and after Aberlour # 6 we started to talk about 'the good old times'.
I then remembered a phone call I received in January 1997.

I was just about to leave my flat (at Baltimore) and buy a fridge pack of Guinnes at the mall when my phone rang.
"House?!", I barked and was annoyed 'cause I really, really wanted that fridge pack. NOW!
"Wilson here", I heard on the other side and wondered why my cheeks suddenly felt so flushed.
"Wilson...", I answered and pretended to think about that.
"You...you...you do remember me?", James stammered into the handset.
I grinned and answered "Not the boring gynecologist from Boston?"
"Okay, okay. I see you do remember me!", he replied and I heard him laugh.
With a snicker I asked him what I could do for him.
"You could do me a favor, House...You could come to Plainsboro and help me with a case I have here."
"You'll pay the ticket, I suppose?"
"I do. And the hotel room. Well...PPTH will pay for it."
"Is there a Four Seasons at Plainsboro?"
"Hm...not Four Seasons...but another place with delicious food and good drinks. Wilson's Place nearby the hospital."
I held my breath for a few seconds and stared out of the window.
"Wilson's Place, hm?"
"Just..in case you.."
"Okay!", I answered before he could say anything else.

So I put the thought of buying that fridge pack aside and started to pack my bag.
I arrived at 9 am and James picked me up at the airport. It was so good to see him again it really surprised me.
We talked on the phone every once in a while and had met two times so far (not counting the congress).
We immediately started mocking each other and the drive to the hospital was rather pleasant. And I was almost sure he gave me one of those I-am-sooo-happy-to-see-you-again-looks.

When we arrived I stuffed my bag somewhere in his office and he showed me around Princeton/Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. It was quite impressive and somewhere deep down inside of me I felt the wish to work there. The conditions were excellent and everything was state of the art.
The case James had was challenging and I have to admit I had a really good time solving it with him and his colleagues. Their dean, Dr. Cuddy, was rather impressed and we talked for a while about John Hopkins and our studies.
Oh, it was flattering to be called a 'legend' by her.

"You like the PPTH, right?", James asked when we left his office and were heading for the parking lot.
I smirked at him and gave him a side glance. "What if I said yes?"
James shrugged. "Maybe Dr. Cuddy entertains the idea of offering someone a job here..."
I sat down in the passenger seat as he opened the door. "Does she..."
He nodded and started the engine. "She does. And it sounds like a fairly good job. They aim at a Department of Diagnostic Medicine."
I tried to conceal how very, very good that sounded and just uttered something like "Mhm."

James was so thankful I was able to help him he invited me for dinner - so I found myself wearing a suit (and sneakers) in an excellent seafood restaurant drinking fabulous wine and enjoying the conversation with James.
I was dissecting my swordfish and looked up at him.
"You know, Wilson, I'd offer my help any time if I am rewarded this way", I grinned.
"Hm...maybe not always..."
"Aw!"
"But how does 24-years-old Single Malt sound?"
"Heavenly!"

The evening at the restaurant passed ever so pleasant and I was grinning my ass off when Jim parked his car in front of his flat.
I fluttered my eyelashes and turned to him. "Thanks a lot for the wonderful evening, Dr. Wilson!"
He looked at me with a flirty smile. "My pleasure, Dr. House!"
He stepped out of the car,opened the door for me and walked me to the door.
I opened the door with his key and pretended to hesitate.
"What about my goodbye-kiss?"
Jim raised an eyebrow. "You kiss on the first date?"
I put my index finger on my nosetip and pretended to think. "Actually it's our third date. And if you know you'll see someone again after the third date, you are supposed to kiss then."
With a broad grin Jim approached me and suddenly I felt his lips on mine.
He kissed me! HE KISSED ME!!!
(No tongue involved though but he made me melt through the wall...)
"Okay, Greg...it's a joke!", I told myself. "You began that crap and he plays along..."
I think I heard myself utter a silent moan, but I am not sure. If so, he surely thought it was part of mocking him. (Maybe he'll tell you about that evening, too. Who knows?)

When we parted I forced a grin on my face although my heart was racing and I was surely flushed. "Fancy a coffee?"
James suppressed a giggle and looked at me in surprise. "Oh...you mean...I should come in?"
I nodded.
He rubbed his neck. "Mhm...yes...that would be nice."
I beamed at him and asked him to follow me.

That night we had several beers, Single Malts and other stuff and I remember waking up in his bed with a terrible hangover and black and blue marks.
Maybe we watched wrestling and tried it, too.

Well, two months later I moved to Plainsboro and started to work at PPTH.

Dr. Marks and me!

2007-03-24T16:01:00.000+01:00

I must have looked a bit blank when I found that 'deviation' of Lascaux at deviantArt.
It is me and Edo.
Now I am wondering who she is.
However...you may visit her site here:
http://lascaux.deviantart.com/

I was asked...

2007-03-23T17:39:00.000+01:00

...if I know Kate Bush.
Hmmm...really strange.
No, I don't know her.
This is NOT me.
And I think it is not one of her best songs.

Boston again

2007-03-21T12:23:00.000+01:00

Yes.
You got that right.
I'm in Boston again.
This time with Jim attending another boring congress.

The good thing is we were able to meet Eric who lives here as you might remember.
Last night we had dinner and many drinks at a pub downtown and as you can easily see, Jim and Eric had fun.

And who's that?

2007-03-19T17:22:00.000+01:00

Me...

Early morning this weekend at Point Pleasant:

And the same day later, in the evening:

Well...just me.

It's Jimmy!

2007-03-19T16:12:00.000+01:00

Just some photographs....
Jim in an awfully good mood...can't remember why but maybe he does:

And here he is with his old friend Eric....you know...that guy from Boston:

Hooo boy...look at him! Doesn't he look gorgeous? (Jim of course, not Eric!)

Going to Boston

2007-03-16T21:26:00.000+01:00

As you might have read in Jim's blog I had to go to Boston for a consult.
I was not too avid about that when Cuddy told me Massachusetts General Hospital asked for my help and a doctor would phone me in the course of the morning.
So I sighed and went to tell Jim who was busy with a patient and just nodded at my information. I don't think he really heard what I said.

During my first cup of coffee my phone rang and I recognized a number from Boston. The ominous doctor from the Massachusetts General, obviously.
I took another sip of coffee and answered the phone.
"Hello? Dr. Janosz Poha."
"Oh...I'm sorry...I must have dialed the wrong number..."
That drongo (as Chase calls such people) did not seem to know Ghostbusters...
"No problem", I grinned.
A few seconds later the phone rang again and I decided not to fool him again.
"House!", I barked.
"Good morning, Dr. House, my name is Dr. Tristan Calough from Massachusetts General Hospital."
"..."
"Um...yes...we...I would like to ask for your help. We have a strange case here."
"..."
"Are you still there, Dr. House?"
"Yipp! I'm here."
"Erm...okay...we think it might be Ebola, but we're not sure. So please...consider this information as confidential."
"Of course."
"So, is it possible for you to come to Boston? A ticket for you is deposited at the airport."
I sighed and remembered Cuddy's glance when she told me about that. If I would not go this would mean 5 more days of clinic duty. Not very tempting to say no in this case.
"Yes. It's possible."

So I tried to tell James again who absentmindedly nodded while talking to a patient, took a cab home, packed my backpack with a few things and took my motorcycle to the airport.
As Dr. Calough promised there was a ticket deposited for me and the flight would be short.

Short but annoying. The seat behind mine was occupied by a little boy who kicked against my seat all the time.
My glance did not prevent him from his employment, neither did my death stare.
The moment I could not bear this anymore I looked over my shoulder and hissed "Stop it! Otherwise you'll suck your meals through a straw for some weeks!"
Ooooh, the remainder of the flight left me in perfect peace.

At Boston Airport there was a man in his thirties awaiting me, darkhaired and rather handsome.
"Welcome to Boston, Dr.House", he said. "I'm Dr. Calough. Thanks very, very much!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Don't thank me so soon. I didn't do anything at all so far."
"But you're here and offer your help", he smiled and guided me to a black Chevy.
He babbled and babbled and babbled on our way to the hospital and I contented myself with uttering some social noises but was not really listening to what he said.
What I understood was that they were really concerned about that patient and had no clue so far.
This promised to be rather challenging and I hoped for some good work for my brain.

When we arrived everyone was ever so happy to see me (I'm really not used to this) and there were even some doctors who heard me lecture at Baltimore Hospital.
(And some of them knew that youtube video Cuddy had deleted...but this is another story...)

The first part of the day passed by with several cups of coffee and the discussion and explanation of symptoms which was not as satisfying as I had hoped. (The coffee was good though.)
The patient had fever, headache and muscle pain, maculopapular rash, diarrhea, chest and abdominal pain and he kept vomiting. Besides that he responded poorly to fluid infusions and rapidly developped pulmonary edema.
So far, so bad.

The next part was more interesting...Jaundice, delirium, organ failure, and extensive hemorrhage told me it was Marburg virus. (It was the severe bleeding from bodily orifices which made them think it was Ebola.) Helpful for the staff of Massachusetts General Hospital but not too good for the patient, 'cause the treatment options for Marburg are limited...
There is no cure or vaccine for this deadly and infectious virus. Victims usually die within a week.
Okay, that was not my problem though - I packed my things and wanted to leave.

Dr. Calough turned out to be very thankful and invited me to dinner first.
A nice Chinese restaurant, me very hungry, a good saté...
This sounded tempting.
I sent a text message to James telling him I'd come home in the late evening and off we were to the restaurant. (I did not know that my cell crossed Jordan. It did not send the message.)
It all began fairly nice. Dr. Calough was not as annoying as I first thought and we had a quite interesting conversation during the first course (Wan-Tan Soup).
The second course proved my undoing...

I ordered spicy chicken with a saté sauce and was very looking forward to it. The first three bites I chowed were delicious and I went "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmh" with a broad smile.
That smile vanished oh too soon when I began to feel odd and had respiratory problems accompanied by an increasing heart rate and fear.
"I....mnm...I...", I began to stammer and Dr. Calough looked at me in concern.
"Is everything okay?", he asked and grabbed my hand over the table.
I managed to shake my head and whisper "anaphylactic shock" and "please phone Dr. Wilson at PPTH" before I passed out.
Who had thought that they made saté with cashews instead of peanuts?

The next thing I can remember was waking up in a hospital bed nearly a whole day later. I was told I got rescue breathing as a first aid measure by Dr. Calough (ukk!) and epinephrine and intubation later during transport to hospital.
I felt really crappy but insisted on going home.
Finally they let me leave and at home it became perfectly clear that no one had phoned James. They just told him I was 'indisposed'.
Well, because of that (and the fact my cell refused to send him the text message) my first welcome at home was a bit icy...

Fishing trip

2007-03-16T00:46:00.000+01:00

Isn't it strange how easy a song or some words can remind you of things long forgotten?
Even things that never really came to your mind because you did them totally drunk and had a tear in the film afterwards?

It was yesterday evening.
Jim and me mocked each other and I teased him until he said "Ah, shut up, babes!" and silenced me with a kiss.
I frowned because I had a deja-vue feeling.
"You...said that before...It is such a familiar situation..."
James thought a few seconds and then blushed deeply.
"Um..I...I...did I? Well...maybe...."

Suddenly an evening in August 1997 was very present before my inner eye.
Now it was my turn to blush and I flung myself onto the couch and downed a glass of Single Malt.
"Remember our fishing trip? '97? With no fishing at all?", I then asked.
James cleared his throat. "Erm...yah..I think I do remember...."
I rubbed my temples and shook my head. "You knew that all those years? And despite of that knowledge we had to behave like this for more than 10 years?"
"I...I thought it was an accident...you didn't remember anything..."
"Until now", I sighed, "isn't that strange?"

James was 28 then and I just had turned 38 in June.
We decided to spend our few days off on a fishing trip.
Well, that trip didn't include fishing but camping at a lakeside, many beers, silly talks and fun.
We took my old and shabby black pickup car, deeply laden with camping utensils, beer, food, beer, beer, clothes, beer, beer and beer,drove to that lake amidst the woods and pitched camp there.
The cellphones were left at home and we had some really good music with us and candles for the evenings. Jim's female wooers didn't have the slightest clue where he was and we were looking forward to 4 days in perfect peace.

Our first day began really, really silly when we set up the tent and I grabbed a tent peg and yelled "Your number's up, Dracula! It's me, Van Helsing!" James hissed and stretched his hands out in defence.
We spent nearly one hour running through the woods and yelling stupid stuff, me threatening him with the tent peg.
No one who saw us would have wanted to be treated by such crazy doctors, believe me.

Totally out of breath we fell down on the grass before our tent and tried to stop laughing.
James wiped the tears from his face. "God...House....Why is it only me who knows you like that? Unbelievable...this was the same man like that grumpy and slightly arrogant doctor who left clinic yesterday evening!"
I sniggered and shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe it's like Dr. Jekkyl and Mr. Hyde..."
James grinned broadly. "Or that Monsieur Opale from that crappy horror movie we watched last week."
I put that off. "Ah...same story. Apart from the fact that Monsieur Opale limps and has a cane. So...I ought to be Mr. Hyde then."
(Yes...no cane, no limpy then.)
"Why not just stay Dr. Jekkyl?"
"C'mon Wilson, that would be boring..."
James shrugged and laid back to watch the sky. "Maybe you're right. Hmmm...I'm a bit honored it's me who knows Dr. Jekkyl."
I grinned and poked his side. "Not to forget I am a genius!"
"Right!"
I laid back, too and for a while we just watched the clouds and told each other what we saw in them.

It was a perfectly good time we had there.
Lazy days with quiet talks, silly talks, long nights with many beers and so on.

The third night I was really drunk.
I remember that in the middle of the night - or at 3 am to be precise - I arose, crawled out of the tent, took off my clothes and jumped into the lake.
After swimming for a while I turned towards the brink again.
Shortly before I reached it suddenly my arm was grabbed by someone and I was dragged under water.
God, I was shocked and fairly close to a heart attack - nearly sober all over sudden.
I waved about and kicked around and tried to free myself from whatever it was.
When I caught breath and realised it was James who had been lurking underwater for me I got hopping mad and railed against him.
"Wilson!!! Who do you think you are?! Swamp Thing??? I nearly got a heartattack! I almost drowned!"

I clamoured, tiraded, grumbled, bickered and complained.
Suddenly Jim said "Ah, shut up, babes!" and silenced my tirade by pressing his lips hard against mine.
I held my tongue immediately, my stomach made backflips and I noticed his lips getting softer and really kissing me. (That was the second it came to my mind that all my clothes lay on the brink...together with his.)
Far, far away I heard someone moan.
Ten minutes later I discovered that this was me.
Jim took me by my hips, lifted me up and lowered me onto his...erm...okay, you know what.
"Wilsoooon?", I managed to ask with a quivering voice and my hands clung to his shoulders.
My answer was another kiss and a "Mmmmmmmmmmh" which made me embrace him with my legs.
My head dropped back and the last thing I saw before I had my head in the clouds was the full moon and some stars.

In the morning I awoke with a terrible hangover and not the slightest memory. I wondered why James behaved so odd, blushed all the time and asked me about the last night but forgot about it when he stopped that.
Okay...now I know he only had one beer that night and I had one beer too many.
But I still can't believe I totally forgot about that.
And he - he carried that knowledge with him all these years and never told me anything.
Isn't that strange?

I'm sorry, it's late....so you'll have to wait for my post about Boston once more.
Good night!
Or good morning.

Such a beautiful song

2007-03-15T03:01:00.000+01:00

I am back from Boston (yes, of course I will write about it), feel ill and crappy and am incredibly happy to be back with James.
And I found that song again....
It's so beautiful I just had to share it:

What was THAT?!

2007-03-13T14:02:00.000+01:00

Our visitor this morning was a bit strange and had the perfect EEK!-effect.
This beautiful and cuddly little pet sat at the balcony door and made me screw up my nose.
Buah!
Disgusting!
Did I say little pet?
It was as big as the palm of my hand.
Uakk!

Hmmmm....we could watch Tarantula tonight.

A week I'd like to forget

2007-03-13T00:16:00.000+01:00

Mood: more than rotten
Weather: I don't care
Eating: wonderbar
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Another night in - Tindersticks

The last week consisted of a row of days I'd like to delete from my calendar.
From every calendar in the whole wide world.
More awful than clinic duty.
The most awful week a sick brain can imagine.
A very sick brain.
A very, very,very sick brain.
A very, very, very, very...

Ah, let's drop that.

The whole mess started with Cuddy's spring festival - I already told you it was embarassing, right?
Well, Foreman and Jim wrote about it.
I won't do that.
No.
You won't read anything about it here.
I wrote about Sunday morning. This should be enough.

Monday morning I was cranky and thought about calling in sick.
"Darling...you can't call in sick until the whole thing is forgotten", Jim said and took me by my shoulders.
I avoided his glance and sighed deeply. "Yes...I know that...But a last respite before facing the enemy would be helpful...."
"I don't think so. You'd be grumpy all day and think about tomorrow."
I knew he was right and that it was better to face it now.
"But...", I began.
James silenced me by placing a kiss upon my pouting lips. "No but, babes. We will both show up at work. And laugh in the faces of those who stare at us. Or ignore them."
I opened my eyes again and tried to grin. "I'm in! Let's ignore them!"

Okay.
Easier said than done.
Of course.
After Saturday's scandal Monday resembled running the gauntlet.
Those who had been prevented for any reason that Saturday had been told by the others who had been there.
So the whole staff of the PPTH knew about our ill luck, our grave misfortune, our painfulness...
You know that scene from western movies.
The saloon door opens and everyone falls silent.
Okay...we were no gunslingers and the PPTH was no saloon...
But - we came in and everyone seemed to freeze in their movements and fell silent.
I forced myself to limp on and check in. Debbie smiled at us as if nothing ever happened and wished us a good morning.
"Morn'", I just said and turned to head for the elevator. Jim at my side took my arm which made them even gaze and stare at us more.
Fortunately we both were the only ones in the elevator and so we were able to reach our offices without being stared at again.

Cameron greeted my with a smugly smile. "Good morning, Dr. House!"
"Morning, Cameron", I muttered and disappeared into my office.
Foreman and Chase skulked by and raised a greeting hand when I looked up and out of the glass walls.
Five minutes later two men wearing fatigues knocked at my door and came in after i nodded. They deinstalled the security cameras and left after their work was done.
I sighed and turned my attention to the files on my desk.
A man with flaking, dry skin, small, red papules on the area of the soft palate (yes, Forchheimer's sign!), fever (just 100.4 °F) and swollen glands.
Boring.
Rubella.
He's treated with paracetamol until the disease has run its course.

The second file didn't promise anything more spectacular.
A child with tender regional lymphadenopathy, sterile suppurative papules at the site of inoculation, slight fever, headache, chills, backache, abdominal pain, malaise, alteration of mental status, and convulsions.
Boring again.
Cat scratch fever...usually resolves spontaneously, with or without treatment, in one month.

Isn't it wonderful and exciting sometimes to be an infectiologist?
Say yes!

So much to work this Monday...
Anything else was exciting...or more annoying.
The whole week was annoying as I told you.
All those grinning faces, all the whispering, all the glances...
Horrible!
I hate being the center of attention.
And I hate it even more if it is because of some embarassing incident.

You won't believe how many women cried in front of me.
Nurses who still had been unaware of the fact James was married to me.
Nurses who had been some of his affaires during his marriages.
Nurses who sobbed "I wish he had treated me like that!"
Nurses who tore at my nerves.

Then there were those who just made me angry with their silly tough-talking.
"Hey, Dr. House! Who had thought that grumpy old cripple could be so cuddly, begging and yielding!"
A sarcastic smile was all they got from me.

Others grabbed my ass in the elevator and when I turned around everyone looked innocent. Haha! Very funny!

Well...and I was really surprised by the amount of doctors making overtures. I wasn't aware of the fact that there were so many gay or at least bi-sexual employees here. And I have to admit I was slightly shocked they tried to hit on me altough to my mind it was perfectly clear I'm with James.
Even "Playboy Jones", the heartthrob from cardiology was one of them.

My mind keeps racing around the fact that I don't want to think about what might have happened to Jim if they behaved like that towards me, the hunchback of Notredame.

Some wit thought it was a great joke to put a sign on my door reading Babes Darling MD.
A case for 6th floor, I'm sure.
And I heard "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!" more than once.
One of the buffoons even uploaded the video to youtube...
Cuddy had it deleted though - thank God!
They all calmed down a bit until Friday and I hope this week will be pretty normal again.

Tindersticks

2007-03-13T00:12:00.000+01:00

Yes!
I found it!
The CD was buried somewhere in my wardrobe for years and I was looking for it everywhere.

Atoning for my sins

2007-03-05T02:13:00.000+01:00

Mood: crappy and upset
Weather: dunno...full moon!
Listening to: Holding back the years - Simply Red

Such a crappy weekend!
As if someone yelled 'Repent!!!' out of the clouds and pointed at me.
Okay, okay...I know I overdid with Foreman and Chase.
No need to remind me of that.
But do I deserve what I got that weekend?
The answer is NO!
A very definite 'no'.

It all started this Saturday...one week after that evening with Chase and Foreman.
Cuddy's Spring Festival...doesn't that sound nice?
It sounds like drinks, cigarettes, cigars, torturing fellow doctors...

Okay.
Fine.
It actually began with drinks, cigarettes, a Cohiba and torturing Danby.
So far it was the beginning of a perfect evening.
No, I won't write about the disastrous rest of that evening.
Foreman told me he wanted to tell the world.
And his laugh was an evil snigger.
Reminded me of Chucky.
Well...I hope he just does not dare.

James made me forget that embarassing moment and Sunday morning my mood was better again. I woke up and looked at Jim's sleeping figure with a fond smile. He had been very sweet, indeed, trying to make me forget that dreadful evening.
Although he got embarassed, too.
But it was me who made a complete fool of himself by all that begging and...being...fluffy.
Well, I told you he made me forget about it.
So I hopped out of bed, had a shower and decided to prepare breakfast.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my hips.
One glance into the bedroom showed me that Jim was still fast asleep and I tiptoed into the kitchen to percolate coffee.
I got the pan out of the cupboard and looked out of the window - the morning newspaper did just arrive.
So I went to fetch it.
And that proved my undoing...
The door swung close behind me, the towel got stuck in it and I was outside.
Outside on the steps.
No towel anymore.
Door closed.

YES!
Of course this was embarassing.
At first I did not realize what just happened.
And when I did I went crimson and knocked hysterically at the door.
"Moses!", I thought. "No! Noooooo! NO! FUCK!!!"
No, James did not awake then.
Further hysterical knocking.
"God almighty, pleeeeeeeeeze!"
I rang the bell several times.
No effect on anything or anyone.

So...what to do now?
I tried the window, but it was closed. (Of course.)
"Fuck!", I cussed and knocked at the window.
Jim was still sound asleep.
I took a handful of tiny stones and threw them against the window.
More than once!
Not very successful though.
"Please, God...or Goddess or whatever...if you're up there..."

It was my luck I got up early...not many people were around.
But our elderly neighbor saw me and her eyes nearly popped out.
I still hope she now thinks it was a nightmare or something.
The second one who saw me was the milkman.
He whistled through his teeth and grinned.
"Alluring...but I'd rather be payed with money..."
I decided to answer nothing at all.
Third person was the man who brings the newspaper on his way back.
He stopped and shook his head.
"I didn't think he was so mean...Brawls are no reason to do things like that to your husband..."
"He didn't...", I began, but off he was.

After those little episodes I rang the doorbell frantically and knocked at the door the same time.
It took 10 minutes for James to hear the doorbell and open the door....

Being an asshole....

2007-03-04T22:04:00.000+01:00

...and luring James into being one, too.
Oh...I had that idea in my mind for so very, very, very long now.
I just could not wait - as always when I feel slightly pissed off by work (dreadful clinic duty!) and my leg hurts too much.

It was last Friday in the afternoon.
The thought of realizing my sick minded plan bugged me for the whole day now and around 4 pm I finally met Foreman in the lab where he did some blood tests for an obese patient we had.
"Yo, Foreman!", I greeted him with a smirk.
Foreman looked up. "Up to no good again?"
I played the insulted. "Just in a good mood. It's Friday!"
Foreman turned to the screen again. "Yes...and duty this weekend..."
I shrugged. "Just a few hours." (In fact I planned to call in sick.)
The Beep! announced that the test was finished and I closed my eyes and swirled my index finger through the air like a mad magician.
"Epsteiiiiiin-Barrrrrrrr!"
A sigh confirmed that I was right.
I snatched Foreman's mug after checking that he did not drink from it yet, took a sip of his coffee and sat down on the desk.
"Any plans for the weekend?"
He was stuffing away the test result into the patient's file and gave me a surprised look. "Um..no? Was that...?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Was that what?"
Foreman contemplated over the file.
After a while he answered: "An attempt to ask me if we'd spend some time together this weekend?"
I grinned. "In fact it was just a try to be polite and make conversation."
"Oh..." His teint darkened, so I think he blushed.
"But, hey, why not? We could go and have some drinks with our cuddly-wuddlies."
Foreman snickered. "Don't let him hear that..."
After flipping through the file again he nodded. "Mhm...we could do that. Sounds good, actually."
Yes! Strike!

I always wonder why Foreman and Chase seem to like hanging around with us 'cause that includes being with me. But they do and this gave me the chance to be an evildoer once again.
I shrugged again and emptied Foreman's mug. "Well, we could go to that new bar tomorrow evening. What was it called? Habana?"
A nod confirmed that. "Yes. I'll ask Chase if he hasn't planned anything else and call you tonight."
I suppressed a snicker and hopped off the desk. "Fine then. I'm off home now!"
(Isn't it odd he calls him Chase still? I could not imagine calling Jim Wilson now.)

With a whistle I went into my office, put on my coat and grabbed my backpack.
I was just about to leave the room when Jim came in ready to go home.
"Perfect timing, hm?", he smiled and kissed my cheek.
"Perfect!", I smiled and off we went.
On our way to the parking lot I told him about my conversation with Foreman.
Jim opened the driver's door and raised his eyebrows. "You do that just for the sake of being polite and playing a good boss who's interested in his team?"
I sat down in the passenger's seat and my grin told him a clear no.
"Would I want to know?", he asked and started the engine.
I raised my shoulders and pretended to think about it. "Mmmmmmm...."
Silence.
"Hmmmmm....."
Pause.
"Yes. Yes, I think you would want to know."
James gave me a side glance. "Would I want to know now or would I chicken out if I knew too soon?"
I closed my eyes and put my finger on my lip. "Hmmm...let me think about that..."
Pause.
...
Silence.
...
Faux thinking.
"No. You would not want to know now. You...would want to know tomorrow on our way to the bar."
James shook his head. "You..."
"I?"
We had to wait at the traffic light and he thumped the driving wheel with his fingers. "You... Ah! Drop it."
He did not have to explicitly tell me he thought I sometimes was impossible and too mean to bear. As if I didn't know that!
"That's part of my charm, honey. And you love me for that, too", I smirked and Jim just sighed 'cause he knew it was true.

I did not call in sick on Saturday.
James told me off when I tried to do so.
"There are patients, you know that? These people need our help and they will still need it if there is no Dr. House doing his clinic duty! The world is no paradise with just challenging cases! There is also your beloved clinic duty. Go, move your ass and do it!"
I tried to pout but immediately stopped after a harsh and warning gesture he made.
No - I don't know why he was in such a mood.
And I decided not to ask and just have my breakfast in peace.
"You are pouting into your mug....STOP IT!", James growled.
I slowly put the mug on the table again. "I was not."
"You are!"
I raised an eyebrow and just stared at him.
James sighed and blushed a bit. "I'm sorry...I just fear to give in again when I see your cute pout..."
"Oh..."
Inwardly I smiled. It was a broad and happy and beaming and anticipating smile.
Outwardly I just looked blank.
He pointed at me. "You!"
I blinked. "Me?"
Another sigh, a shake of his head and he came around the table.
He stood before me and looked down at me. "We'll be late and it will be your fault!"

Um...we were late. Half an hour or so.
No severe I-thought-about-calling-in-sick-but-dropped-the-thought being late.
More a We've-been-stuck-in-a-traffic-jam being late.
Foreman didn't call us Friday night, so I thought he had just been to busy serving Chase's needs, getting him food and so on.
Before I could ponder about that Cuddy greeted me at my office tapping her heel to the ground.
"You are late, House!"
I did not answer and sat down. I knew I was late - so what?
She rolled her eyes and slammed a file onto my desk. I gave her a smile and off she was again.
Five minutes later on my way to the coffee machine a tired looking Foreman crossed my way.
(I'm sure Chase got hungry at five in the morning and he had to go and buy him roast chicken again....)
"YO, Foreman!!!"
My grin was almost too revealing, but he was too tired to recognize that.
"Mooooorn', House..."
I poured coffee into my red mug and handed it to him.
His expression changed from tired to surprised to shocked. No black mug in the early PPTH-morning can cause some person's worlds to crumble into pieces.
I pretended not to notice and relished my coffee from his black mug.
He stared a few moments into the black liquid and I turned to leave the common room.
"Um...House?"
I looked over my shoulder. "M?"
(Would he ask for his mug now?)
"I'm sorry, I was busy yesterday night (Oh, I bet he was busy...) and forgot to phone you."
I shrugged. "I noticed that. No...wait...In fact I did not notice 'cause I forgot you wanted to call."
"Rmpf..."
I opened the door and was about to leave.
"Er...well...we would really like to go to that bar with you and Dr. Wilson."
"Fine", I nodded. "8 pm at our place, you'll pick us up."
"Rmpf..." And the door swung closed behind me.

The day was not worth mentioning. So...just think what you want to.
It was work.
Clinic duty.
Dreadful clinic duty with dumbasses, puke and other unpleasant things.
So let's forget about it.

The beginning of the evening in fact is worth mentioning.
So I mention it: It was NICE!
And now think what you want.
After we did what we did I had a shower and whistled a happy little tune.
"Greg?" The sound of the hairdryer was interrupted by Jim's call.
The sound of my whistling was interrupted, too.
"Aye?"
The glass door to the shower was opened and Jim peeped in.
"Are you MAD?", I yelled. "Want to kill me with that hairdryer???"
"Oh..."
"PAH!"
"I..."
The door closed again.
I continued whisteling and the hairdryer continued with it's noise.
When I stepped out of the shower and fetched my towel there it was again.
"Greg?"
"What now? A razor blade?"
Jim rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "God...could you just stop it?"
I bowed. "God promises to stop it."
Another roll of his eyes. "I have the strange impression you're in an awfully good mood. Which usually means doom to your fellow humans."
"I won't tell you now...it's too early", I smiled at him as sweet as chocolate and went off to dress.
A sigh was the only thing I heard.
And guess what?
The hairdryer again.

Right on time at 8 pm Chase honked the horn of his silver my-penis-is-longer-than-yours and we locked the door behind us to make ourselves comfortable in this spermblaster car. (I have the impression that I now know who bought the black yammies Jim mentioned...)
"Awfully nice to pick us up, Chasey", I broadly smiled and noticed the worried glance Foreman shot over his shoulder.
Chase made a face and decided not to answer but to say "Evening!"
James was as always the politer one and made conversation on our way to Habana.
Miracle-like we found a parking space right in front of the entrance and I hopped out.
"Is he high?", I heard Foreman whisper to James.
"Erm...no. NO!"
Pretending not to hear anything I opened the door and was greeted by fairly good music, the sound of stupid babbling, a cloud of cigar smoke and the smell of Havana Club and other high percentage beverages. THE place to be when you planned what I planned.
I stopped at the bar and let my eyes wander over the rows of bottles.
"Foreman, Chase...why not go ahead and search a nice place?"
The two just raised their eyebrows simultanously but did as they were told.
I rubbed my hands. "SO, Jimmy...."
He looked blank for a few seconds.
1...2...3....4....
"Ah! You wanted to tell me something. Right!"
"Right...here we go..." And I told him of my evil masterplan....

With sugary smiles we then joined the two victims at their table.
"And? Already decided to drink a Caipirinha?"
They both shrugged and Foreman played the daredevil. "Mhm! Right!"
Chase's facial expression was more the but-I-know-where-this-will-lead-to thing but he did not complain.
Jim smiled into the menu and we ordered our special cocktails when the waiter arrived.
Oh, pleasant anticipation!
Chase searched the other tables for crisps, peanuts and other stuff to fulfill his perpetual needs and snatched the bowl from the young couple next to us. Those two were too absorbed in eating each other than bothering to guard their peanuts.
He happily munched and I was promptly annoyed by the noise he made.
But the smile was still there on my face.
"Had....um...some pills tonight?", Foreman asked me and took his Caipirinha out of the waiter's hand.
"I am just in a good mood, Foreman..."
Jim looked up and frowned at him which caused him to change the color of his face again.
Our little conversation was interrupted by a man from India who smashed a bunch of roses into Chase's face.
"Wonna buay rrroses? Beauttifful rrrred rrrroses?"
"Did anyone understand what that gentleman said?", he asked with his snobbish accent.
I leaned back in my chair. "He asked you if you want to buy beautiful red roses..."
Chase smiled up to the "gentleman". "Nnnno."
(Sometimes he's too snobbish to be true.)
I decided to buy a beauttiffull rrred rrrrose for James and the man toddled off to another table.
I noticed that Foreman seemed to wish to be somewhere else by then. And of course he was contemplating about the question why Chase did not have any sense for romantic.
But I managed to keep up a fairly plesant conversation and Jim managed to order new cocktails for all of us again and again and again.
Special ones for us (Virgin Colada) and Caipirinhas for Chase and Foreman.

Soon the point of no return was reached for both of them - their tongues refused to form the words they wanted to express and they clung more and more to each other.
It was my turn now to change the talk to more...delicate topics.
No one seemed to wonder why Jim and me were perfectly sober and the topic showed it's effect. The space between the two shrunk more and more and soon Foreman's hand disappeared underneath the table. The longer it stayed there, the more pleased Chase's facial expression became until he finally abruptly arose and ran to the gent's rooms.
James winked at me and secretly raised his thumb. I waggled my eyebrows and grinned back.
My plan seemed to work.
The evening went by and I was more than disappointed about the fact no one payed attention to Foreman and Chase obviously making out at the table.
Five Caipirinha later and at 2 in the morning Jim sadly shrugged and we decided to leave.
Foreman stumbled to his feet and leered at Chase.
"Wanto take a cab withem or prefer to have a walk now?", he asked Chase who now grinned and arose, too.
"Waaaaaaalk", he managed to say and now it was my turn to secretly raise a thumb.

Our ways parted at the door.
At least they seemed to part.
In fact we just pretended to call a cab and then followed the two victims close behind.
Two streets ahead they stopped and Chase pressed Foreman to a wall. Jim and me hid behind a corner and watched them.
Jesus Christ...they really had one over the eight and I should blush now writing this down. But who knows me knows, too, I don't blush but chuckle.
Yeas, as Chase would say, he went down on him on the boulevard.
Oh, this was bound to get noticed.
I don't know who called them, but a few minutes later they were dragged into a police car.
Jim and me burst into laughter at first but then looked at each other and said "Ooooops" simultanously.
What we wanted was to make them drunk and misbehave in public.
We did not want them to spend the night in jail.
Not even I wanted that.

Okay...we decided we could not do anything about it now and hailed a cab to have a few drinks at home and spend an awfully pleasant night sometimes interrupted by eruptions of laughter.
The look upon their faces was really priceless!

And yes - of course we got them out of jail the other morning.
And yes - of course we both promised not to tell anyone.
Well... I just write about it. I do not explicitly tell it someone, right?

The most rotten week in April 2004

2007-02-28T02:58:00.000+01:00

Yes.
I know that was long ago.
But....well...
That week came to my mind a few days ago while talking to Foreman....and Jim asked me to write about it.
And he still thinks I had a hooker with me that Sunday he came back...
So here we go.
It's embarassing but it's his birthday and...consider it as a gift.

Day 1
It was around Easter.
A Monday as usual apart from the fact Jim was going to Paris with Julie, wife #3.
Monday as usual means:
I hated myself, hated work, hated every patient and hated clinic duty which I tried to avoid.
Monday as usual means, too:
Hating myself, hating work, hating every patient and hating clinic duty did not save me clinic duty. In fact I had to do some extra hours 'cause Cuddy thought I was mean to an old man.
Twice I walked up to Jim's office wanting to complain and twice I had to remind myself "Ah! He's off to Paris!"
So I had no outlet for my annoyance and distracted me with my Gameboy.
The evening was Monday as usual, too:
Popping too much Vicodin, swearing and complaining inwardly about clinic, having a few Single malts,drinking beer and watching crap on TiVo forgetting to have dinner.

Day 2
Tuesday.
I came to terms with the new working week.
My attempts on avoiding clinic duty became wittier and I played pranks on some of my colleagues.
I heard "House! You're a pain in the ass!" three times this day and succeeded in insulting a patient without being sued afterwards.
When I passed Jim's empty office I felt somewhat alone.
In the evening I ordered pizza and watched crappy horror movies, popped too much Vicodin and had some beers. The last one was obviously bad and made me vomit all through the bathroom.

Day 3
Oh, the middle of the week.
I am always grumpy because there are at least two more days left to work.
In the forenoon I received a textmessage fom James (I called him Wilson then) who told me he had an awfully good time at Paris and I felt a knife stab into my heart.
I was determined to make everyone else's day rotten and misbehaved at lunchtime in the cafeteria.
In the afternoon a challenging case distracted me from thinking too much and I almost forgot to get on Cuddy's nerves.
In the evening I ordered Chinese take-out , dryswallowed too much Vicodin and watched Vertigo.
Somewhere down the road it occured to me that this was Jim's favorite movie and I threw the remote control at the TV screen.

Day 4
Thursday.
I walked into Jim's office in the morning expecting coffee and some silly talk.
Of course he was still at Paris.
Silly old me!
My stomach began to hurt and I felt somewhat hollow.
Clinic duty was boring as hell and a patient vomited over my favorite shirt.
What a rotten day!
I changed and passed Jim's empty office once again.
Wondering why I felt so strange and empty like his office I popped two Vicodin and started clinic duty again.
In the afternoon more people got aquainted with my cane then the whole week before.
The evening was horrible.
I was at our Thursday-Night-Bar, had too many drinks and continued drinking at home.
There was a strange feeling nagging at me - I felt all alone and got angry.
So I decided to get stoned and spent the night on a chair in my kitchen.

Day 5
TGIF?
No!
I had a terrible hangover and the sight of Jim's empty office started to make me depressive.
So I avoided passing it and threw my cell down to the floor when I received another text stating Having a wonderful time here. At Notre Dame now drinking Café au lait.
Grabbing my cell again and stuffing it into my backpack I think I whispered a desperate "I miss you" just to freeze a few seconds later thinking "What was that?!"
The evening was exactly like Thursday night...just without the bar.

Day 6
Saturday.
No work today.
Too much time to think.
Too much time for too many drinks.
Too much time to drown too many Vicodin with too many drinks.
I remember breaking down on the floor halfway to my bedroom and spending the night there.

Day 7
Sunday!
I awoke on the floor and blinked into the bathroom.
My mouth tasted like a dungpit and I stumbled to my feet.
It took me hours to shower, brush my teeth and dress.
But I didn't feel like a human being afterwards.
Every limb hurt and that hollow feeling was nagging at me more dire than ever before.
I forgot to eat again and eked out a miserable existence on my sofa.
"You miss him!" a voice inside my head told me and made me angry.
I just HAD to make someone else's day truly rotten - but who's?
In the evening I had an idea and an evil grin appeared on my face.
I called the spiritual welfare and asked lots of stupid questions just to drive the woman on the phone insane.
But it was utterly annoying she stayed so calm and answered every single question I had. After a while my dumb questions turned into a conversation and during its course I suddenly started to sob my soul out.
I told myself that this was a part of my master plan and I was just annoying the woman on the phone.
But...I did not expect she tracked my number and was in front of my appartment suddenly ringing the door bell.
I answered the door and stared at her. "What the...?"
"May I come in?" she asked and did not wait for my answer just squeezing past me.
Inwardly I chuckled and was looking forward to keep at annoying her.

Two hours and 4 litres of coffee later I was sobbing again and sitting with deranged hair on my kitchen table. God...this was truly embarassing.
"I perfectly know what's wrong with you", she finally said. "And it's not your leg. In fact, it's nothing wrong but..."
She was interrupted by the door bell ringing the second time that Sunday.
"Who can that be now?", I thought. Approaching the door my second thought was "Wilson's back!!!"
Well...he was.
There he was...standing in front of me and gazing at me and looking as neat as a pin.
"God, House! You look crappy!"
I stepped aside and he took this as an invitation to come in.
The spiritial welfare woman was leaving quickly and patted my shoulder when she passed me.
The door closed and Jim stared at me. "A hooker?!"
I just shrugged. "Want a beer?"

New York, New York...

2007-02-27T16:34:00.000+01:00

Mood: pleased
Weather: foggy and rainy
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Moon over Bourbon Street - Sting

Yes.
New York.
We'll be there tomorrow - but Jim doesn't know yet.
And he does not know yet we have a day off tomorrow...and Thursday.
Of course Thursday!
And Friday.
And the weekend!
Who would want to drive home in the evening when being in New York?
Definitely not me.
Not that late.
Premium seats, 8 pm, Majestic Theatre, 247 West 44 Street, New York, 2 hrs 30 mins with one intermission ...
I'm so looking forward to it and I hope I chose the right thing. Well, I think it's much better then Eugene Onegin at the Met.

A short walk from New York's Broadway theaters at 50th Street and Madison Avenue the hotel we'll be staying at can be found: The New York Palace Hotel. I booked a suite and I hope James will like it.
Mmmmh...and dinner will be after the...um...music of the night at Aureole, 34 East 61st Street.
And for that very special occasion I will even dress up:

Revenge

2007-02-25T14:42:00.000+01:00

Mood: giggling my ass off
Weather: raining
Eating: nothing, it's very early morning
Drinking: believe me or not - a cup of apple-fig tea

YES!
Revenge, sweet revenge!
If you read Jim's blog, you already know he did not just buy those ridiculous yammies. I got hideous slippers (uakk! you have to step into Homer's mouth to wear them!) and some...well...interesting boxers.

Okay, Jim insists I look cute wearing my superman yammies and we had a very cuddly evening and night. I lulled him into a false sense of safety...
He had to wear the Snoopy yammies and the pink Snoopy slippers I bought for him at the mall. It perfectly fits together! And I have to admit...he really looks cute in it.

But there was still my evil masterplan.
Around 3.30 am I called a cab.
"Hello? This is Dr. Cuddy from Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Could you please send a cab to Dr. James Wilson?"
I told the girl on the phone our address and stated it was a medical emergency.
Afterwards I tiptoed into the bedroom again and watched James fast asleep in his Snoopy yammies. Oh....he looked so heartbreakingly cute.
10 minutes later I sent him a message to his pager.
Medical emergency. Come here immediately. Cab is already waiting!

I hid my pager under my pillow and pretended to be asleep when Jim startled.
"Oh noooooo!"
"Hmmmm?", I mumbled and rubbed my eyes.
"I have to go..."
"Mnm...your beeper?"
"Yes."
He rushed out of bed and did not notice the message was sent from my number. I concealed a grin and looked at him with big and sad puppy eyes. "Oh noooo...hunny....This is awful! Isn't it enough we have to work all the weekend?"
He grabbed his clothes when the cabdriver honked the horn.
"Damn! I have to go there in my yammies!", he cursed and off he was.

It's 4 am now and I'm damn sure he noticed in the meantime that he's at hospital wearing Snoopy yammies and making a fool of himself. The cadriver would have told him he was called by Dr. Cuddy, I think, but the moment he entered his office it must have been clear as daylight that there is no emergency.
If he's not too pissed off I hope he'll bring rolls on his way back.

Just me

2007-02-23T13:29:00.003+01:00

Mood: still cranky because of the hideous pajamas Jim bought me
Weather: cloudy
Eating: cereals with chocolate chips and bananas
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Vincent (Starry Starry Night) - Don McLean

James took these photographs at our hotel room in LA.

Now don't complain - I know I need to shave!

Cruelty, thy name is James

2007-02-23T12:56:00.000+01:00

James Evan Wilson, to be precise.

It was yesterday evening - I stood at our wardrobe and was complaining about my yammies. They all looked ratty, worn out, shabby, with loose buttons and so on.

"Mnm...I hate to go shopping...but I definitely need some new pajamas...."
James joined me and looked over my shoulder into the wardrobe.
"Well...there are still some I like very much..."
I sighed. "Some? Two!"
Jim put his arm around my shoulder. "Two. Right. But in my opinion you don't need yammies at all..."
I grinned at him. "As if I didn't know that."

Okay, we spent a pleasant evening without putting on yammies and I forgot about my words.
Until this forenoon.

I was sitting at my desk brooding over some strange symptoms of a young girl when James came in.
"I had a few minutes, so I thought why not go shopping and buy you new pajamas..."
At this time I was happy and smiled. "Really?"
"Yes. And I got two awfully nice ones!"

Nice. NICE he said!
Here they are...well...parts of them!

NICE????
God! They are embarassing and look incredibly girly! They are pink as you can easily see and the worst thing is I'll have to wear them!!!

I'm damn sure that shop had a rainbow flag over its door!
Thank you, Jim!
Ever so nice!

Back from LA

2007-02-22T15:05:00.000+01:00

Mood: average
Weather: sunny but cold
Eating: a candy bar
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Requiem - Andrew Lloyd Webber (CD)

We are back.
It's much colder here than in LA and it's clinic duty for me again.
Jim is moving around very carefully and Foreman seems to be plotting.
I should expect something, too, 'cause Furby was my idea...

Foreman was so pissed off at first.
He walked down from the stage with thin lips and narrowed eyes.
"House!", he hissed, "you promised!"
I looked up at him innocently. "I didn't do anything at all. This wasn't me - cross my heart!"
"Mhmmm", Foreman said and looked around the hall. "Strange that I can't spot anyone else then I could suspect of something like that!"
"Um..." I shifted on my chair uncomfortably. "The evildoer already left the hall..."
"The rats are leaving the sinking ship, huh?"
He sat down and leaned over to me. "And where did the 'evildoer' go then?"
I shrugged. "To the other congress taking place here, I suppose."
"Hah!", he exclaimed. "Now I know you are married to the delinquent!"
"Mnm...", I just answered and pretended to be absorbed in the next speech.
"Oh, I can imagine that! I have it right before my eyes! You sitting in your hotel room and pouting 'cause you had to promise not to do anything embarassing. Then James suddenly grinning and telling you he didn't promise anything at all!"
I kept my eyes on the next lecturer and did not reply.

Foreman picked at Furby's ear and watched the creature sitting on his knee now with closed eyes.
"Pfrrrrrrrrt...", he suddenly giggled and covered his mouth with his hand.
I gave him a side glance.
"Chrrrrmmmmmmm", he suppressed a crazy laughter again.
Suddenly he jumped up, left the hall and laughed his ass off outside.
I raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and took the advantage to leave, too, and join him in the lobby.
Foreman wiped tears off his face when I came out.
He was still chuckling. "You...", he began. "What have I done to deserve a boss like you?!"
I raised my shoulders. "Maybe you tortured little kittens when you were a child."
Foreman shook his head. "Nope. And Wilson sometimes isn't any better! You really have a bad influence on him."
He was still trying to catch breath.
"I think he was that way before we met", I insisted but Foreman just shook his head again.
"Wilson's so nice! And you tempt him to do such evil things..."
I grinned. "If you think so...."
Furby opened it's eyes again and moaned "Eriiiiiiiic".
Foreman stared at it and the corners of his mouth twitched.
"I'll bring that...thing up to my room now."

I nodded and turned around to go back into the lecture hall again, but the doors opened and the others swarmed out for an one-hour-break.
So I was heading for the restaurant and could already sniff the coffee when I heard "Greeeeeeeeg?" behind me.
It was that well known voice which always caused shivers of pleasure run down my spine and I turned around and smiled at James who waved and approached me.
He was followed by a bunch of female doctors who pretended to walk into the same direction by accident.
He put his arm around my shoulder and beamed at me.
"Was he pissed off?"
I pouted. "Of course he was. And you left me alone with him. He thought it was me..."
"Yupp", he grinned. "That's why I left!"
"You are mean..."
"Ah, c'mon...I'm sure he figured out by now it was me."
"Mhm...he did. But we still don't know who threw the bra."
The women were still around trying to catch his attention but he dragged me to the elevators.
"Having a break, too?", he smiled at me and I nodded.
"Yipp, one hour."
"I've only 45 minutes...but why not have a drink in our room?"
"Why not? Sounds good to me."

Disappointed the following flock watched us disappear into the elevator and I suppressed the urge to wave at them when the doors closed. James did not seem to notice anything and caressed my back on the way up to our room. I leaned against him and was looking forward to 45 minutes with him now.
We entered our room and I startled when Jim slammed the door. I turned to him and saw him lock it. Before I could ask anything he pushed me to the bed and I stumbled onto it.
"Hey!", I exclaimed and he bent over me switching on the hi-fi unit with one hand and then throwing away the remote control. Korn sang Coming undone while he looked deep into my eyes.
"God, babes...", he murmured. "You know you occupied my thoughts the whole time?"
I forgot to breathe and stared back into his eyes whilst he was removing my sportscoat and loosening his tie. "You should breathe again", he grinned and kissed me full of passion.
"Mmmmmmm", was the only thing I could reply feeling his hands everywhere.
"I never liked that shirt", he mumbled and tore it off. The buttons sprung around and he pulled his own shirt over his head unbuckling my belt one second later.
We got undressed in a split second I had the impression and became one so quick I just could gasp. "Jim!"
"Shhh", he said and began to move and bit my neck.
My fingers dug into his back and he turned me into that helpless lump again.

When I came back to here and now he almost immediately jumped up and dressed again. I wasn't able to speak and just stared at him with dilated eyes.
"Sorry, hun...I have to hurry...my break is over."
With these words he was out of the room and left me there gazing at the ceiling trying to realize where I was. Somewhat dazed I finally got up and gathered my clothes. The shirt was totally destroyed and I fetched a new one feeling like walking on wobbly clouds.
Ever tried walking over a bouncing castle? Then you know how I felt.
Slowly I dressed again, took the key and left our room. I was still not really back in this world and sat down on my chair slightly insecure.
"Hey, House!", Foreman said and flung himself into the seat next to me.
I slowly turned my head and nodded.
He examined me. "God, House! You are high! I can't believe you used the break to swallow drugs!"
"I did not...", I began, but he cut me off with a wave of his hand.
"What have I done to deserve a boss like you?", he asked me again and shook his head. "Tell that someone else!"
I sighed and tried to concentrate on the lecture but could only think of James.

A broad smile appeared upon my face and I was looking forward to the evening.

Jim and me again...

2007-02-21T16:57:00.000+01:00

...this time not drawn by nyaar.
It's a photography as you can easily see...

Jim and me...

2007-02-19T05:01:00.000+01:00

...drawn by nyaar, a very talented artist from Spain.
Visit her deviantArt side and see the original there.
She's awesome!
http://nyaar.deviantart.com

California, here I come!

2007-02-18T17:22:00.000+01:00

No.
Not Sophie B. Hawkins.
Me.
Infact, Foreman and me.
In a narrow sense: California, here I am.
'cause actually I arrived here yesterday in the early evening.

It was a really crappy surprise to hear that Jim had to attend that congress and even lecture there. No way to chicken out of that and the thought of a week without him drove me insane.
Cuddy didn't seem to understand me when I phoned her and complained.
Of course not.
She knew I was invited to a congress there only one day later.
I just discarded the letter without reading it. I thought it was a plea from some doctor from LA for a consultation.
Thank God I did not tear the letter into pieces.

It was Thursday evening and Foreman was here because he was bored to death at home and missed Chase, I think. We both talked to Jim via MSN and he told me about the diagnostician's congress taking place there and wondered why I wasn't invited, too.
That was when I remembered that letter and dug it out of the dustbin again.
Okay...the ticket was a bit rumpled...but hey, I didn't know it was in it, right?

The sight of that letter drew a "SHIT!" from Foreman's lips.
"Huh?", I asked and raised an eyebrow.
He gestured to the letter. "That looks slightly familar...I discarded it, too.."
I grinned and read the letter included. "Yes...I think so...It says here you are lecturing on Monday...."
"I'm WHAT?!"
"Lecturing...on Monday", I chuckled and thought of all the things I could throw on the stage and yell.
Foreman arose from the chair. "Okay!", he raised his hands. "NO cheering and no plushies! No boxers or similar things!"
"Mnm", I pouted but my brain formed a new idea. Was a Furby a plushy? No. Not really. And if that Furby cheered when it flew to the stage it was nothing prohibited by Foreman.
"Happy days are here again", I sang and wrote to Jim that I'd arrive Friday evening.

The other day Foreman picked me up and we drove to the airport. I was grinning with anticipation when I thought of the Furby I bought the evening before and which was now stuffed deep into my bagpack.
"What are you thinking of?", asked Foreman. "I don't like that grin..."
"Aw!", I furrowed my brow. "That hurts!I am just looking forward to seeing James again!"
Well...that was no lie, I definitely was. My stomach turned and felt like filled with butterflies when I thought of meeting him. And besides that I was happy to have someone to torture during the long flight and distract me from my hurting leg that way. 7 hours and 30 minutes flight. This was almost inhuman! And a 30 minutes drive to the airport. I hate traveling.
Okay, actually I'd like it. With two good legs I'd love to travel.

I was still smiling when we checked in and embarked the plain.
Foreman contented himself with the seat on the aisle so I could look out of the window and watch the town getting smaller. For a while I looked at the clouds which resembled cotton candy, then leaned back in my seat and sighed. I missed Jim like hell. It did not feel like 'just' almost two days, it felt like two months or even two years. My stomach played rodeo when I thought of seeing him again within approximately 8 hours and I stretched out my leg and popped a pill.
Foreman was reading Time Magazine and I took the new Calvin and Hobbes out of my bagpack.
By doing so I lulled Foreman into a false sense of security. Okay...he gave me some distrustful side glances but leaned back after a quarter of an hour and read quite relaxed.
Half an hour later I lowered my comic and looked at him inquiringly.
"Are we there yet?"
He looked at me and frowned. "House...it's still about 7 hours until we're there..."
I sighed, shrugged and kept on reading.
45 minutes later I fought with the earphones an hit Foreman in his ribs with a very pointed elbow.
"Ouch!", he gasped and I smiled at him apologizingly. "Sorry...I want to watch the movie now..."
Snakes on a plane was not the best choice to watch during a flight, so I stuffed the earphones back to where I got them from and hit Foreman again.
"HEY!", he exclaimed slightly piqued at me.
"Sorryyyyyy", I apologized again puppy eyed.
Bored I thumped my cane to the ground time and again and concealed my smile when I noticed the annoyed glances Foreman shot to me.
I sighed deeply and turned to him. "Are we there yet?"
"House...", he began but then stopped and just shook his head.
With another sigh I leaned back and rubbed my thigh.
"Does it hurt?", he then asked and seemed concerned.
"It seldomly stops hurting. What a dumb question!"
My not-so-polite answer made Foreman snort and turn to Time Magazine again. I didn't care and dryswallowed two more Vicodin.
"You should not do that", he just remarked and I made a face at him.
Now that the pain was bearable I continued to annoy him with shifting in my seat, asking if we were there and stating I had to pee..
Only the food silenced me for half an hour, but afterwards I began again.
"Hallelujah!", he exclaimed and rolled his eyes towards heaven when the plain was in its final descent.
I just chuckled and looked out of the window.

My punishment was having to wait for Foreman's bag, I think, but half an hour later we sat in the taxi which brought us to the hotel. When we arrived I hurried out and left Foreman to pay the cab driver. My eyes rushed through the lobby but I couldn't spot Jim.
"Thanks for letting me pay!", Foreman gnarled and handed me my bagpack I left in the cab.
I nodded absentminded, "My pleasure...", and took my bag.
Where was he?
I made my way through the lobby and hit some people with my cane by accident.
"HEY! Can't you pay attention?", someone yelled followed by a "Oh...I'm sorry..", when he spotted my cane.

And then I met his eyes.
There he was, beaming and approching me.
My heart made a jump and I was heading for him.
Foreman was forgotten and I did not notice all the celebrity fans waiting for someone in the lobby. My eyes were fixed on him and then he was right in front of me.
"Hey", he whispered.
"Hey", I whispered back, unsure how to behave in the middle of that crowded lobby.
"Oh...". Jim sighed, grabbed my collar and drew me closer. "Come here, babes", he whispered.
(Yes, he calls me babes from time to time...)
I could not resist, grabbed his neck and kissed him passionately in front of all those people. My soul seemed to burst out of my chest and my heart hopped high and made my eyes slop over slightly.
When we parted we were both slightly panting and got back to here and now by a silent cough.
"Hey, Foreman!", Jim greeted him and they shook hands.
"Hello, Dr. Wilson!", Foreman said a bit awkward.
"Fine, enough of that polite stuff. I need a shower pretty soon and I am actually starving!", I muttered and shifted a bit.
"Good then. Check-in and we will go up and both of you can refresh then. Dinner at 8:15 pm though - booked a table in the Lobby Bistro and Lounge here", was Jim's reply and I beamed at him.
"You are my man!"
He grinned back to me. "Yes, I am".

When I checked in I think I broke the heart of the pretty young woman at the reception.
"You are going to share a room with Dr. Wilson, Dr. House?", she asked and smiled at me.
I nodded. "Yes, I am."
She looked into the book in front of her. "But you don't need to. We still have vacancies in spite of the congresses taking place here."
I smiled as sweet as chocolate. "But I want to share a room with my husband..."
She went pale. "Dr. Wilson?!" Her eyes flew to James.
I nodded again. "Yes, Dr. James Wilson."
"Oh...." she stammered. "I...I see....of course you do..."
Blushing she subscribed me there and nodded with a forced smile.

Foreman got a room the other floor and we made our way to our rooms.
My welcome was very warm and special and utterly enjoyable.

Valentine's Day

2007-02-14T23:54:00.000+01:00

The day began pestilent.
Stinky.
All alone.
With dire pain in my leg.
With a puzzled mind.

I awoke in almost the same position I fell asleep yesterday and was rubbing the sleep out of my eyes mumbling Jim's name.
No response.
His side of our bed was already fairly cold and I assumed he'd gotten up early to read his newspaper and prepare breakfast. But there was none of the familiar sounds from the kitchen, no smell of coffee and no beautiful voice humming a tune.
I sat up.
"Jaaaaaaaaaames?"
Silence.
I crawled out of bed with an effort and stumbled three times trying to reach my cane. "Fiiiiiine, crappy days are here again!", I thought and popped two pills. Then I limped into the kitchen and searched for a note.
Nothing.
So I decided to have a shower and do all that morning stuff and took my Honda to hospital which was not the wisest decision I made in my life. Feeling even more crappy and grumpy I started clinic duty.

The ridiculous Valentine's Day decoration made me even crankier and I shoved a few patients, doctors and nurses out of my way making heavy use of my cane.
"Yes. It's House. Yelling, swearing and complaining....the usual sounds accompanying your entrance to the clinic!", Cuddy sighed and rolled her eyes.
I just grunted something not really nice and made my way to exam room 5 where an obese patient was already awaiting me.
"My arm hurts", he whined instead of saying 'Good morning'. "It's my heart! I know it!", he then gasped and pointed at his chest.
I sat down in front of him and gave him a bored look. "It's your watch."
"My....watch?"
I nodded to his hand. "Your hand is almost blue. And your arm looks odd. You are too fat for your watch, therefore your arm hurts."

Believe me...the other patients weren't any better. One of them threw up and ruined my sneakers, one spat snot on my shirt and when I was done with the first three hourse I had to completely change my clothes.

Well...and then the most unpleasant part of the day began. You can read about it at Jim's blog. I'm so glad this is over...

We really prolonged our lunchbreak at the Italian restaurant and sneaked out early to celebrate that special day I hated all these years and suddenly loved. That celebration was prolonged, too, because we both felt so relieved and cuddly and everything.
James was having a shower and I stood at the wardrobe trying to choose something for the evening at the seafood restaurant when Jim's cell went off.
"Jiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiim?", I called into the bathroom.
"Huuuuuuum?"
"Your cell!"
"Answer the call, hun!"
"'kay!"

The person who called could just have heard the 'click' when I answered the phone. I couldn't say anything 'cause a voice roared into my ear.
"You are MAD!!!! How could you be so dumb??? Where was your brain, huh? I can't believe it!!!"
"I...uh....hm....what?", I managed to answer.
"Oh....Greg, it's you, darling!", the voice said with a warm smile implied.
"Ruth?!"
"Yes, it's me, dear...I was so annoyed when I read about Jim's behavior...."
She read Jim's blog???
"..."
"Greg, dear, I hope he didn't upset you that much. I should spank him for that. He was acting like a stupid little boy."
"Um...actually I would have thought the same, I suppose...."
She did not listen to that and just got off her chest what she actually wanted to tell James and then said goodbye and almost immediately hung up.
I think she had some pills or something....

I told Jim about it who just stared at me with disbelief, took my too-manyeth Vicodin and off we are now.
A wonderful dinner is waiting for us.

A Happy Valentine's Day to all of you.

Spreading panic

2007-02-09T13:13:00.001+01:00

Mood: just brilliant - I made someone else's day really rotten
Weather: cooooooold
Drinking: coffee
Eating: Amy's cookies

Ah!
It's Friday!
Off duty for the weekend!
Foreman does my clinic duty today!
My cheeks hurt 'cause I am grinning for hours now.

Most people are scared of me today. That's no news to you, I know, but today they are really scared 'cause I can't stop grinning.
This is such an unfamiliar sight they know I'm up to no good.
Well, I was.

When I woke up I was grumpy because of the additional hours of clinic duty Cuddy imposed on me for today. She insists I'm years behind and this has to stop now.
So I was bound and determined to ruin someone else's day to lift up my mood. I was thinking during breakfast, barely noticing the worried sideglances Jim gave me.
"You're up to something", he stated.
"Am I?", I asked with a most innocent look on my face.
He narrowed his eyes. "You've been awfully grumpy this morning and now you're thinking. You're up to some mischief, I'm sure."
I just shrugged and finished my scrambled eggs.
"Something's rotten in the state of Denmark", Jim sighed and decided to leave me alone then.

An evil smile came to my face when I finally knew what I was going to do today.
Jim looked at me and flinched. "You do carry something in your head! Don't take me for an idiot."
I pouted. "Oh...I don't....I didn't say no, did I?"
He rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "No...you did not...I hope I won't be involved."
I shook my head. "Nope..."
Jim sighed for the second time this morning and cleared the table. "So let's go then. We're already late."
I arose and put our mugs in the sink. "We're awfully early!"
"That's just your opinion."
Mercylessly he handed my coat to me and off we were.
I was smiling with pleasant anticipation during the drive which bugged Jim even more, but kept silent.

Before he entered his office he turned to me and raised his hands. "I just don't want to know, okay? Just promise me I won't be involved."
"I promise", I smiled my agreement and limped to my office whisteling a little tune.
When I came in the first thing I noticed was the steaming double espresso on my desk.
I wrinkled my brow and slammed my bagpack to the floor. What was that? I hung my coat and sat down.
That was the moment I spotted the post-it that stuck on the espresso. It read Target terminated. Hasta la vista, baby!
"Huh?", I thought and stared at it. When I took it I noticed there was something written on it's backside: Non rimandare a domani quello che puoi fare oggi! (Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today!)
"Mhmmmmmm!", I now grinned. Arnello, for sure. The day started not as rotten as I first thought.
I downed the espresso and leafed through the new file on my desk when Foreman came in.
"Morning, House!"
"Yo, Foreman!", I smirked and raised a hand.
"Uh-oh...you're in a good mood. You're up to no good!"
"I'm just happy Terminator did his job..."
"What?"
I handed him the note. "Just read yourself..."
Foreman went pale if that was possible and scratched his head. "Um...well...okaaaaay..."
"One carking care less, eh?", I smiled.
"Yah, seems so..."
I pivoted with my chair. "Whoooosh! Thank God it's Friday!"
"House..."
"Foreman?"
"There's something else you have in your sick mind. I'm profoundly convinced."
"Yepp!"
"Will you tell me?"
I shrugged. "If you won't spoil it?"
He crossed his heart. "I won't."
"Okay then", I agreed and told him.

His eyes grew wide. "Oh noooo...you....this...you're joking!"
"I'm not. I thought this would be a nice idea."
"Nice!"
"Good."
"I bet you won't do that. You won't carry that out."
"If I do, will you do my clinic duty today?"
Foreman nodded. "Yes. I know you won't do that."

I so did! Foreman lost his bet and does my clinic duty now. And I?
I'm at peace with the world and myself.
I love today.

Now you are nosy, right? Want to know what I did, right?
Okay...I'll tell you. It's over now and you can't try to convince me not to do it.

It just came to my mind that Danby didn't get any "welcome-prank" when he took up employment here. Marks was greeted with that special wine, but when Danby came I was too busy to think of something like that. So I made up leeway now.
I knew he had clinic duty today - beginning at 2 pm, exam room 4.
So I pretended to be too busy for a lunchbreak, sneaked out and went to the butcher around the corner. Foreman told me I could buy pigblood there - and that was what I did. A large amount of pigblood. The butcher seemed a bit puzzled though...
Secretly I poured out the whole mess in exam room 4.
Highly satisfied I saw the blood springing up beneath the door at 1:50 pm.
Now I just had to wait.

I hid a few steps away from the room, peeping round the corner from time to time. By now the blood caused a mild panic to the doctors who passed by and when I saw Danby approach I limped up to him and put on a worried expression.
"Danby! God! This is...oh NO!"
"Hum?", he asked and gave me a puzzled look.
I pointed at the door to exam room 4. "It's Ebola!", I exclaimed and noticed his eyes widen. I grabbed his collar and shook him. "For Christ's sake, get your hazmat suit!!! NOW!"
And I limped away as fast as I could.
Danby seemed to be paralyzed for some seconds, but then followed me and ran. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"
The whole incident spread blind panic and after a short while everything was up in arms.
One poor guy with a broken arm slipped out on the blood and broke the other arm, too. (And I hope he won't sue me.)

During the whole brouhaha I sat in my office laughing in my sleeve.
Okay, Cuddy gave me a good hiding and I had to pay for the cleaning squad - but it was worth it.

Can't I just have a nap?

2007-02-07T14:40:00.000+01:00

Without being disturbed by Chase trying his new camera again?

What does that drunkard from Diablo say?
"Can't a fellow drink in peace?!"
I ask you:
Can't a doctor sleep in peace?!

Sooo true!

2007-02-07T14:26:00.000+01:00

To Tracy, Betty and my Italian visitor

2007-02-02T13:49:00.000+01:00

Tracy and Betty:
No, I won't come home to you.
You can wait until kingdom comes.

To my Italian visitor:
Buon giorno!
I'm pleased to see you around every day.

The Fog

2007-02-02T10:22:00.000+01:00

Mood: cranky
Weather: foggy
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Sweet thing- Horse

Rachel, butthead and Sean spend a few days nearby and we went to visit them yesterday evening. They rented a cosy cottage amidst woods out of town, don't ask me why. All the same, they called us and told us they were here inviting us to dinner.
Well, I think butthead only wanted to invite James...but of course they asked us both to come.
Apart from the fact butthead was around and kept at trying to make me feel like an idiot the evening was fairly nice and pleasant. Rachel is a gorgeous cook - not as gorgeous as James, but it seems to run in the family - and prepared a more than delicious three-course meal. The dessert was warm chocolate cake with fudge...oooooohhhh....grrrreat!
Butthead was really annoyed by my pleasured little noises and I overdid basically because I wanted to. I love bugging butthead aka Simon and for what remained of that evening we shot cutting remarks at each other.
James chose to ignore that and just rolled his eyes to the ceiling from time to time or nudged my side.
"Greg!", he would hiss, "stop it!"
And I would always look at him with innocent puppy eyes. "Why, I didn't start this..."
"Yeah, but you don't do anything to stop it!"
"I just don't want to let him think he won", I would shrug and continue.
This went on until late but I think James and Rachel had a nice conversation though in which I took part from time to time (which was apart from the meal my pleasant part of the evening).

We spent the night there and left in the very early morning. Don't ask me why but James made me stand up at 5 am - he had a bunch of bumf he said and he wanted to finish it before we're off to Point Pleasant for the weekend.
I was cranky, as you can easily imagine.
"It's in the middle of the night!", I griped and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
"It's early morning, dear."
"And no time for you to fool me with cardboard again...", I remembered him of the last time he arose at 5 am.
James grinned and nudged my shoulder. "I made good for it, didn't I?"
I couldn't help grinning broadly. "Yes...you did..."
I watched him leave the bedroom and agonized over getting out of bed. My leg hurts like hell since yesterday and I secretly swallowed two Vicodin instead of one. Closing my eyes a few minutes I waited for the pain to vanish a bit and then began to pack our things.
Then I joined James in the bathroom and looked at my tired face in the mirror.
"Jim...this is unhuman", I complained again and brushed my teeth.
"Wait until you had your first coffee", he smiled at me and kissed my cheek. "And please shave."
He left the bathroom and I heard him rummaging in the kitchen, obviously percolating coffee.

After showering I felt a bit more like a human being and put on my clothes still a bit cranky. It was fairly difficult this morning to get into my jeans. I hate such days, really, they already piss me off in the early morning. Finally I managed it and forced a grim smile on my face. "There you go", I mumbled to myself and limped into the kitchen where a steaming cup of coffee, toast and James were awaiting me.
"Aw...you're so cute in the mornings!", he beamed at me.
I grunted something unintelligible and sat down next to him. The coffee helped to lift my spirits a bit and a third Vicodin served as a little friend, too.
"Would shit hit the fan if we'd show up a bit later at PPTH?", I then asked him.
"Nooooooo", he smiled again and I always wonder how he manages to bear my grumpiness and keep smiling. "But we would have to stay longer...at least me. I told you I have a lot to do today. And don't you want to start for Point Pleasant as early as possible this afternoon?"
I looked into my mug and just nodded. I could see my face in there and noticed I didn't shave. I just forgot about it.
Of course I was reminded. "And after breakfast you'll go back to the bathroom. You know why...."
I just rolled my eyes and toddled off as good as gold.

It was a quarter to six when we left and it was awfully foggy outside. You couldn't really see your hand in front of your face.
James drove slowly and concentrated hard and the whole drive reminded me of that weird movie - Dead End. Okay, it's not foggy there but dark and the woods don't seem to end. Add the fog and you have our morning. You could hardly see the street, everything seemed unreal and blurred and the whole morning mirrored my inner feelings.
I knew it was clinic duty again for me today, I was slightly pissed, tired, my leg still hurt so much it was abhorrent and I was just grumpy. So I chose to be silent all the way not to bother James and just listened to the CD James dug out of my collection - something by Ronan Hardiman.
This one was the perfect soundtrack for the fog today:

And it perfectly displayed my mood somehow which only changed when I fell asleep in the car. James gave me sideglances from time to time but really had to concentrate on the street.
Suddenly he stopped, leaned over to me and kissed me deeply.
"God, Greg....you're way too cute when you just sit there in silence and look out of the window...."
I didn't object to that 'cause I enjoyed the kiss too much.

With a broad grin I swallowed another Vicodin and planned to make everyone else's day rotten at PPTH and was sure I'd be in a good mood afterwards.

He's here

2007-01-31T17:25:00.000+01:00

To make a long story short: Mole is here.
He's looking for me and I locked my office.
I feel sick!
The blinds are closed and I hope he won't suspect me in here.
(Why should he? There's only my name on that fucking door!)

I think I'll leave over the balcony taking the key with me.
I'll write again tomorrow.

Danby's birthday - Part II or Foreman's dark secrets

2007-01-31T09:53:00.000+01:00

Mood: annoyed!
Weather: overcast and cold
Drinking: coffee
Eating: a sandwich with chocolate cream
Listening to: Down in the past - Mando Diao

I'm annoyed.
"Tell me some news" you say?
Well, I am and I have a damn good reason for it.
Cuddy imposed clinic duty on me once again.
Not the usual three hours, no.
8 - verbal eight - hours today!
The whole fucking day!
I don't know what I did to her and why the world hates me so much.

The day already started rotten. Okay, when I got up I was in a good mood - I don't know why. I just was good-humored, fetched new clothes, had a shower and when I was ready I heard James knocking on the bathroom door.
"Breakfast is ready, Greg!"
Awfully cheerful I shouted back. "Moooooooooorning, hun!"
I came out fully dressed and surrounded by the silly smell of strawberry shampoo and sat down at the breakfast table.
"Mmmmmh, breakfast sounds good to me! I could eat like a horse!"
James giggled and turned the pages of his newspaper. "So you want some pellets?", he asked.
"Pellets?", I replied. "Um...no. I'd prefer some scrambled egg on toast or...your pancakes. But all I can see are pellets! These are cereals... Want me to eat healthy?"
I looked down on the cereals with disgust. "And don't look so decent behind your newspaper", I added then.
James looked up and grinned. "Aw, c'mon cereals are good for you!"
"They're not even candied", I griped and tried them. "Ukk! Tastes like cardboard!
Now...where's the real breakfast?"
James grinned, arose and opened the oven. "Scrambled eggs with bacon for you, Sir!", he bowed and I gasped with relief.
"I knew you couldn't be so cruel", I smiled and sniffed. "Hmmm...this smells gorgeous..." I glanced at the cereals again. "Are these cereals? Or is it really cardboard?"
James put the eggs on the table with his most innocent facial expression. "What do you think?" The corners of his mouth twitched and he started laughing.
I stared at him with disbelief. I then examined the 'cereals' closer. "This..." First I was lost for words and pouted. "This is so mean! You made me eat cardboard! You'll never talk me into eating healthy food if you scare me with such things..."
James sat down again and just snickered. "Sorry, but I just couldn't resist."
My mouth was slightly opened and I stared at him. "How long have you been awake tearing cardboard into cereal-size pieces, hm?"
He pretended to think about my question. "Stood up at 5 am, couldn't sleep any more. Someone played silk worm again", he winked at me. "So I prepared the breakfast."
"Plenty of time for preparing 'cereals'...and sorry for the silk worm", I mumbled and started to eat the eggs which were delicious. It's amazing how good he cooks. He can turn even scrambled eggs into a feast, believe me.
So I was conciliated with the rotten start into this day again and my good mood came back just to vanish when I turned up here.

But I don't want to bore you with all the things that tend to annoy me.
Do I hear someone breathing out with great relief?
Hm?
Do I?
No, I'm not pissed off.
I'm just annoyed.
But you already knew that.

Right, I still have to tell my readers about the remains of the evening with Danby, his friends and relatives.
It was the Irish Pub on the main street we were heading to after having dinner and a cigar. Chase was not feeling too good and he already left our 'small' party, much to the despair of Foreman who was encouraged to stay with us.
We sat down on a round biiiiig table and I was the first to order a pint of Guinness. James contented himself with Cider and Foreman dared a half pint of Guinness.
I just leaned back and enjoyed James caressing my back for a while and had no intention to join the common babbling until James stopped petting me and got absorbed in some conversation. I sighed and odered a Snakebite and Foreman and me considered to order some pasta. (Yeah, after the dinner...call us cormorants!)
We were talking to each other and happily munching our meals when I noticed Foreman's behavior slightly changed and he seemed to feel a bit uncomfortable.
I looked up and searched the pub for anyone we knew and didn't want to see but couldn't spot a single loony.
"Is everything okay, Foreman?", I asked nosily.
He shrugged and seemed to try to hide underneath the table.
"Okay...I suppose this was a 'no'", I smirked. "Will you show me who you are trying to avoid?"
Foreman leaned over to me and whispered "Do you remember I told you about that gardener who backbit I...we..."
"Ah!", I grinned and raised an eyebrow. "The one who said he went down on you!"
Foreman's cheeks darkened and I suppose this was a blush. "Psh! You are...unbelievable sometimes! Why not stand up and yell it through the pub?!", he hissed.
I shrugged and arose what made him grab my arm and pull me down to my chair again. "This was a rhetorical question, House!!!"
"Aw...I see... I would have done so if you wanted me to..."
Foreman nodded fiercly. "I believe you!"
I picked my pasta and gave Foreman a sideglance. "So...he's here?"
Foreman seemed to wish for Alice's shrinking juice and slowly nodded again. "Yes...over there. And he already saw me."
I looked 'over there' with a cursory glance and spotted a handsome man in his early thirties with blonde hair wearing a green jumper. He was talking to a darkhaired guy I recognized as PPTH's chief gardener. He was not too absorbed in his conversation and looked over to Foreman time and again.
With a cheeky look I smirked and waved to him what made him raise his eyebrows, smile and wave back to me.
"HOUSE!!!!!, Foreman hissed again and I'm sure if I wasn't his boss he'd smacked me.
"What?", I turned to him with an innocent look. "I just tried to be nice. I recognized him."
"You what? C'mon! You don't give a shit to the gardeners!"
"So you think I'm snobbish, hm?"
"No, I think you're a pain in the ass!", he angrily whispered to me and suddenly grinned. "But hey...he turned his attention to you now obviously."
I looked up from my meal and promptly met his eyes. "Fuck!", I mumbled and looked down the very same second.
Foreman snickered and took a hearty morsel of his pasta, apparently in a better mood now.
I peeped up again and he was still looking at me. "Noooooo", I moaned and pretended to be totally absorbed in my meal.
When Foreman looked up the next time he went pale if this is possible with him. "Oh...crap! He comes over to us!"
I closed my eyes for a second.
Nonononononononono....
He reached our table and smiled down to us. "Hey, Eric", he then greeted Foreman.
"Hey, Darryl", Foreman replied with a not so happy smile.
"Long time no see", Darryl continued with a somewhat sad expression in his eyes.
Foreman shrugged and chose to say nothing at all.
Darryl then turned to me. "So...you are Dr. Chase?"
I almost spat the piece of tenderloin back on my plate and coughed. "No!", I exclaimed and looked up to him. "I'm Dr. House."
"Oh, I'm sorry. Nice to meet you, Dr. House!" He offered me his hand which I ignored.
"Um...hello",I answered. "What on earth made you think I was Chase?"
He shrugged a bit. "Well...Chase is Foreman's new....boyfriend and you two sat there and talked to each other....so I thought..."
"I am talking to many people", I gnarled.
"I'm sorry again. You just seemed to get along well..." He then turned to Foreman again. "Why did you do that to me, Eric?"
Foreman was obviously wishing for relocating powers. "Do what?"
"Run away! After we kissed and I told you I love you!"
I perked up my ears and grinned. So this was no rumor at all but the truth!
"I...well...I...."
"You got scared!"
"Maybe..."
"And now you're with Dr. Robert Chase and not scared at all!"
"This is something different...."
"Is it?"
Foreman nodded helplessly and Darryl bobbed up. He took a deep breath and turned to me. "I'm glad you are not Dr. Chase!"
I grinned. "So am I! But why you?"
He eyed me from head to toe. "You are sexy!"
I pretended not to feel awkward. "Um...thanks..."
"Is he taken?", Darryl turned to Foreman and I wondered why he did not ask me.
"Yes. He is!", James suddenly caught the speaker's eye.
Now it was darryl's turn to blush. "Sorry. What a pity. So...um...bye then...have a nice evening."
We all three nodded and he went back to the darkhaired guy he was talking to before.
Two heads turned to Foreman again.
"So you broke his little heart, eh?", I smiled at him as sweet as sugar.
Forman watched his fingers for a while. "I...this was a year ago or so. I always thought he was flirting with me. I just talked to him and we ended up kissing on the backseat of his car. He told me he loved me and I ran away."
"Interesting", I nodded. "Why?"
"I didn't want people to think I'm gay!"
I couldn't help laughing. "Foreman! You are with Chase now!"
"This is something different! And please don't tell him! He'll kill me, I know that."
"Kill you? This was long before you and him..."
"Yes, but...just don't tell him, okay?"
I promised.

Okay...actually I didn't tell him, right?
I just wrote about it in my blog.

I think it's strange

2007-01-31T07:53:00.000+01:00

...there are quizzes like this on the internet.

You are... Dr. Greg House! You are reserved, and a little grumpy. But you are in love, so you pretend to hate the world so no one knows. You are a complete softie, but only on the inside. You think it's a bad thing and don't want anyone to know. and you have the best sense of humor ever. you rock!
Take this quiz!

Danby's birthday - Part I

2007-01-29T09:03:00.000+01:00

Mood: it's Monday...do I need to say more?
Weather: snowing and cold
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: Fallen leaves - Billy Talent

Monday again.
Life sucks on Mondays.
You know that.
We all know that.
I bet you don't feel any better today.

But this monday started oh so pleasant and cuddly, you just can't imagine. I still feel like walking on cotton candy. Apart from Friday this weekend was really nice.

It was Danby's 40th (was it? I suppose so...) birthday on Saturday and he invited James and me, the ducklings, colleagues from the Oncology and a bunch of friends and relatives to dinner and afterwards to the Irish Pub on main street.
Yes, he really had his Scottish family there and I hoped for some bottles of Scottish Single Malt, so I was really looking forward to the evening.
The whole Saturday was one big enjoyableness. James pampered me all through the day, hugged and cuddled me and asked time and again if I was alright.
He's so sweet and sometimes I think I just don't deserve him.
Aw, I know he'll hate to read this...I'm sorry, hun, but it's just what I think sometimes.

Where was I? Saturday...right.
After a day filled to the brim with cuddling, snuggling and..ehm..other things we prepared for dinner around 6 pm. James made me wear a suit - this one, if you remember it:

And I think I looked as happy to wear it as on this photograph.
"Don't be stubborn, hun! It's his 40th birthday and it's a dinner!"
"Yes, and afterwards it's Irish pub!", I griped. "We'll be slightly overdressed there..."
"You know we won't...You can wear whatever you want there!"
I kept pouting and searched for my black sneakers. "Have you seen them?"
"Seen what?", James asked with an innocent smile.
"My black sneakers..."
His smile grew broader. "Maybe I've seen them. And maybe I hid them..."
I bobbed up and raised an eyebrow. "Hid them...huh?"
James crossed his arms. "You know why. I'm not in the mood for this discussion again, dear."
I sighed deeply and sat down on my side of our bed. As meek as a lamb I put on my black leather shoes and looked up at him with puppy eyes afterwards.
"But you know I can't walk too good in them..."
"Aw!", James exclaimed. "Such a shabby excuse. You can't walk too good in either shoes."
Cruel but true.
I sighed again, got up and took a few dashes of Eternity. "Fine then...I'm ready..."
"Great timing...the cab is already waiting", Jim said after looking out of the kitchen window. He handed me my coat and off we were.

It was snowing outside and James seemed to fear I wasn't able to reach the cab safely and backed me. I grinned. "I have a cane and I know how to use it..."
He slightly blushed as we entered the taxi. "I just thought there could be black ice", he mumbled and I turned to him with a bright smile.
He couldn't resist, leaned forward and kissed me. Exactly what I wanted.
The cab driver pretended not to notice and drove us to Danby's place.
It was a house he hired a bit outside of the town. James paid the cab driver and I already approached the garden gate where I stopped and waited for him.
"It looks nice", I said when James joined me there. He looked over to the house and nodded. "Yipp. He plans to buy it when he's sure he wants to stay here."
We opened the gate and walked up to the house.
Obviously someone feasted a bacchanalia with road salt some time ago 'cause there was no snow to be seen on the narrow path to the house and it scrunched beneath our feet.
I grinned. "Maybe he thought there could be black ice..."
James stopped and slapped my head. "Menace!"
I tutted at him. "You are so brutal sometimes..."
We had reached the door and James adjusted my coat before we rang the door bell.
We could hear babbling and music from the inside and soon tapping feet in the hallway. It was Danby (of course) who answered the door.
"Good evening!", he beamed. "I'm so glad you could come!"
We said our happy birthdays and walked into the hallway.
That was where I froze. The hallway was a nightmare which has become real. Think of the worsest things you know about British interior design and exponentiate it with 15 however-you-measure-nightmares. Then - and just then - you have a faint idea of how this hallway looked like. James told me not to play the woman later but it was horrible!
Judge yourself:

I stood there with my mouth slightly open and didn't even notice Danby took my coat. An elderly lady who was apparently nosy who had arrived peeped around the corner and examined me with a smile and clapped her hands with pleasure.
"Right!", she said, "Isn't this hallway charming? The good boy really feels nice interior in his bones!"
She most obviously misjudged my facial expression. Not so James. He gave me a warning side glance and slightly squeezed my hand. I closed my mouth, turned to the old lady and forced a smile on my face.
Surprisingly nimble she darted over to us and shook our hands. "I'm Sammy's aunt Maude", she beamed at us. "You are colleagues and friends, I suppose? He looked so happy to see you."
Her Scottish accent was funny and I nodded with a grin. "Dr. Gregory House", I introduced myself. "Head of the department of Diagnostic Medicine. And this ray of sunshine here is Dr. James Wilson, head of Oncology."
Her eyes widened and her smile broadened. "Ooooh...so you're Sammyboy's boss! Nice to meet you - both of you. I'm glad he's surrounded by such nice people."
She paddled ahead and gestured us to follow her.
On our way to the sitting-room we passed a hideous dresser:

I looked at James and raised an eyebrow, but he just hit my ribs with his elbow.

We followed Aunt Maude into an unspeakable and crowded sitting-room. Apparantly we were the last guests to arrive. His whole familiy seemed to be there, the ducklings were there (except Cameron, so we were not the last guests this evening), some members of the Oncology and his friends.
We were greeted with hoopla and nodded to everybody.
"Bou ane's hoch!", Aunt Maude smiled at us.
Our expression clearly showed a "Huh?" on our faces and big question marks above our heads.
Danby laughed. "Sit down, she means!" He offered us two chairs next to each other and I found myself sitting in a Laura-Ashley-nightmare. Flowers as far as the eye could see.
Flowers on the wallpaper,
flowers on the carpets,
flowers on the table cloth,
flowers on the dishes,
flowers on the blouse of Danby's grandma.
This was the total flower overdose and the colors reached from pink over mauve and rose to light blue. I was still gawking and felt slightly sick somewhere deep in my stomach.
James read my expression very well, took my hand underneath the table and squeezed it again. "I know", he whispered, "it's..."
He was searching for the right words.
"Hideous!", I whispered back.
James fought down a giggle and nodded. "Right", he spoke under his breath.

"Allow me to introduce my boss Dr. James Wilson and Dr. Gregory House", Danby then interrupted my trail of thoughts. I hated such official things but maybe the Brits love it. We were introduced to his friends and family and I was surprised his sister Gràinne was married to a woman. He never told us but then...why should he?
They were both very nice and fairly pretty.
I then turned to greet Danby's parents. His mother was named Kenna, his father's name was Sionn. Obviously that family thought to spare their son one of these old Scottish names.
His grandma had something very odd on her head. It was something that looked like spun sugar. Something you stare at for hours until you recognize 'Oh! It's hair!'
But she was a really nice old lady, witty and funny.
The door bell rang again and it was Cameron who finally arrived.
She dropped a brick when she introduced herself as the only straight member of my team to Danby's sister with a lackadaisical laughter and I didn't bother to fight down a mean snicker.
When she sat down and the blush vanished from her face the dinner was served. It was simply delicious and an animated conversation started on the crowded table.
"Yir eens bigger nor yir belly!", we suddenly heard Aunt Maude say to Chase and believe me - we all understood what she meant. I snickered again and my eyes met those of a friend of Danby's who sat obliquely opposite from me. The poor guy suddenly snorted with laughter and spillt wine on his shirt. Apart from the wine stains he looked as if he just stepped out of a Merchant/Ivory movie and reminded me of James Wilby. "Obviously British", I thought and turned to my meal again.

After dinner we had Brandy and cigars and I began to feel like in an old English Gentlemen's club or something. I limped through the unspeakable house and found an unspeakable bedroom as well:

I just had to show James who grumbled at my curiosity but couldn't help chuckling. "Unbelievable", he gasped and I guided him to the bathroom:

"This is the room I like most in this house", I pondered. "No flowers..."
James nodded slowly. "Yeeees...but still...pompous and...."
"Weird?"
"Yes..."
We walked back into the sitting-room and joined Chase and Foreman sitting down in some hideous armchairs:

I'm so sorry to spoil your mood with these pictures...but I just have to show this. Otherwise you'd think I'd be touchy.
He even had hideous porcellain candleholders with - guess what? - flowers on them.
I was pondering how sick a mind has to be to design such things when I was interrupted by 'James Wilby' who asked me if I'd look through Danby's CDs with him and choose some good music. I shrugged and arose. Why not? Maybe he even has hideous music...this would be rather interesting.
James raised an eyebrow but did not want to accompany me.

So I delved among CDs with 'Wilby' who introduced himself as Tristan Calough from Edinborough. To my own surprise Danby had really good music, so not all of his taste was disastrous. 'Tris', as he called himself, was delighted he liked the same music as me and started to talk my ear off. More than once I turned to James seeking help but he just grinned at me and shrugged.
But when 'Tris' put his arm around my waist James was on his feet and darted over to us at speed of light. No grinning and shrugging anymore now.
"So you introduced yourself to my husband yet", he said with a fake agreeable smile. I was relieved he was there and snuggled into his embrace.
"Um...oh...I...I...yes, I did, I suppose", Calough stammered and blushed deeply.
"Fine", James replied and kept smiling. "I'm Dr. James Wilson..."
Calough nodded and offered him his hand. "T...Tristan Calough. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...to..."
"To make a grab at him?", James asked with a silky smile.
"Um...maybe. Yes."
"So...excuse us now", James answered and guided me away from him.
I fought down a giggle and at the same time I was slightly impressed. I was not the only one who was a bit jealous, hm?
Jim frowned. "Geez, I hate it when someone is trying to paw on you!"
I beamed at him. "Then kiss me here in front of all guests and make it perfectly clear you're my husband", I proposed not really altruistic.
He didn't bother to answer but held me close and kissed me in a way that almost swept me from my feet.

Yes, this evening was very pleasant.

Thinking of the misuse of ice wine bottles

2007-01-28T16:14:00.000+01:00

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

Robert Burns

Yes!
By all means!
It should.
At least some of them.

Old acquaintances who live in noble houses with English lawn and well-kept front gardens.
Old acquaintances who wear expensive suits, shiny shoes and sugary nice smiles.
Old acquaintances who pretended to be nice for such a long time until they had you exactly where they wanted you to be.
Old acquaintances who puzzle your parents 'cause you suddenly scream your soul out when you meet them.

You never expect such people to live in your neighborhood. Next to your own house, inviting you for lemonade and tea and biding for the perfect moment.
Not in Belgravia.
Not in these noble and decent streets.
Not in this perfect little universe.
But then most people don't expect such felons and perverts in their own families - and that's where this whole crap happens mostly.
Okay, not in my case.
I lived in London - Belgravia - with my parents when I was five or six years old.

Yes, you got that right, I lived in England. My father served as a Marine Corps pilot, and moved bases during much of my childhood. This earned me my affinity for languages, I think, and my interest for archeology and treasure-hunting.
But I run off the topic.
Well...do I want to write about this?
I'm not quite sure. Maybe I just want to run off the topic.
But I always finish what I started, so why not now?

Okay. Well, we lived in London.
I was about five or six years old as I already told you. And believe me or not, my mother told me I was a really sweet child although I already had the tendency to alienate people.
Our neighbor was a certain Adrian Mole, in his early thirties, really nice as it seemed, educated, wearing said expensive suits and shiny shoes, friendly and helpful. He had a bunch of interesting books and stories to tell as he travelled the whole world being a photographer and author. Perfect for a nosy little boy eager for knowledge.
My parents were quite thankful that I was able to spend so many afternoons in the man's sitting-room when they did not have the time to care for me.
Mr. Mole was from Australia, blonde, blue-green eyed and could have been Chase's twin brother. And I always liked to be with him until one day around Christmas.
My parents were busy preparing the holidays, buying gifts and so on and asked Mr. Mole if he could take care of me for a few hours.
Of course he could.
And he did.
After that very afternoon I was scared to death when I saw him and screamed my soul out when he came near me. My parents were unable to make head or tail of my behavior, Mr. Mole kept up his sugary smile and I didn't say a word.
I soon chose to forget about what he did to me, that he made me do things I hated, hit me with his belt and hurt me, and we moved to India a few weeks later.

I buried all that somewhere in the back of my head and that's where Chase dug it out that evening at Hemingway's when he was totally drunk and told me about the things he wanted to do with me. (Yes, I know he didn't mean business, but he dug it out nevertheless.) Things that would have rung in an interesting evening if it would have been James who uttered them.
But it was Chase who did.
Chase from Australia.
Chase with his accent.
Chase with his blonde hair.
Chase with his blue-green eyes.
Chase who could have been Mole's twin.
Chase who followed me up the stairs, grabbed my cane and told me I wasn't to escape him that easily.
And that's what made it. I felt the same fear, disgust, anger and helplessness like so many years ago.

I didn't really remember what happened at Belgravia but from that evening on I have to admit I was scared of Chase and unable to behave normally when he was near me.
He was used to having a hard time, but that was different and I really should apologize to him some day.

It was Friday, I think...yes, it was Friday. Cuddy compelled me to clinic duty and it was around 3 pm.
An old man who broke his arm was waiting in exam room 5. I didn't really look at him and examined his arm when he spoke to me.
"Gregory House..that name sounds familiar."
An Australian accent. Maybe a relative of Chase?
"Does it?", I mumbled disinterested and began to treat his arm.
"Yes", the man insisted. "Did you live in London as a child?"
I froze and looked up into blue-green eyes. This could have been Chase as an old man and I felt a shiver run down my spine. I felt paralyzed and couldn't tell why for some seconds.
He slowly nodded. "It's you. I recognize your eyes."
He then pointed at my cane. "What a pity I'm not a bit younger. It wouldn't be easy for you to escape me."
Now I knew.
Everything was there again - before my inner eye.
The memories rushed over me like a tsunami, I stumbled to my feet, limped out of the room as fast as I could and fled from clinic.

I nearly ran into James on my way out and just came to a stop when I heard his "HEY!" and he grabbed my arm.
I blinked and recognized him. "Oh...James. I..I didn't see you."
He raised an eyebrow. "What am I? Some kind of ghost?"
Foreman was at his side and looked at me with a puzzled expression. I must have been an odd sight.
I didn't reply and just said "Let's get outta here!" and hobbled on making my way to my office. Jim and Foreman followed me.
"So you are ready?"
I nodded disregarding th fact I still had one hour of clinic duty left. "Outta here!", I repeated and took my coat and my bag.
"Are you on the lam?!", Jim asked and raised his hands.
I didn't reply to that, too, and headed for the car park. "Get your things and let's leave here!"
Foreman and Jim shrugged, got their things (Foreman was invited to spend the evening with us as he was alone this Friday night - Chase was out with Dr. Marks) and followed me.
I was monosyllabic and must have behaved fairly odd. I was asked several times what was up and why I was shivering. James even thought I was on detox...

Hours later I told them. And they could guess what Mole did to me when I was a child 'cause I said I whished to shove my cracked and splinted cane deep into his ass "to make him feel what he did to me".
James was shivering with anger, fury and disbelief and suddenly said "Well...why not?"
Foreman nodded eagerly. "Yes! Why not?!"
I gawked at them. They'd accompany me when I wished to do such things?
They would!
Believe me - it was weird, odd and...unbelievable. We prepared with black clothes and I decided to use a broken ice wine bottle instead of my broken cane.
Well...and we spotted some very interesting things in Foreman's trunk...
We really made our way to the place Mole spent his holidays here and I began to feel undecicive.
I was so close to payback but suddenly knew I couldn't do that. I didn't want to get Jim and Foreman into trouble and I was sure I really couldn't do that.
Yes, he did horrible things to me.
Yes, he hurt me and yes, he spoilt me somehow.
But I wouldn't be an inch better if I now shoved a broken bottle into his ass and he died.
Both of them were relieved when I told them and I still don't know how to ever thank them for accompanying me.
And now I met him again, remembered the whole crap...I somehow feel better.
And I'm not scared of Chase anymore.

Sorry, Chase.
And sorry, Jim and Foreman for this weird and spoilt evening.

Pranks...silly pranks

2007-01-25T14:02:00.000+01:00

Mood: Hee Hee!
Weather: oh so cold
Drinking: coffee again
Listening to: An emotional time - Hothouse Flowers

I think we'll need a new sofa.
I know - we just had to buy a new bed, but I have the strange feeling our couch is ruined.
Hm, and maybe Ed's couch at his office is ruined, too by now.
I really don't know but it could be.

Well...my mind needs distraction and things to think of when there are no interesting cases. The last patient was a boring Zollinger-Ellison guy, so no puzzles for me today so far.
Hoyt is still searching for the case that seems to have disappeared from his file due to some strange and mysterious reasons. He's hopping mad by now 'cause he fears his job is at risk now.
Should I tell him I spotted this special part of his file in Dr. Marks' office? Underneath a flower pot?
Hm...I have not the slightest clue how it got there.
But Woodrow (he hates being called Woodrow, hehe) threatened to commit suicide if he looses his job and haunt my office afterwards if this should be my fault. I don't know if I want such a nag to haunt my office but hey, I could have my very own Nearly Headless Nick then.
But no...I should really tell him that it was Marks who snatched the case.
Honesty is the best policy, eh?

Well....and Dr. Marks started to work at our OBGYN yesterday - I already told you, right?
He has his own office there and I prepared a nice welcome sign reading Welcome to my dictatorship! and awaited him in his chair.
I was so thoughtful to even offer him a welcome drink - some damn good red wine from Australia. Of course I didn't tell him his glass was refined with sleeping pills.
Shortly after I left his office he passed out on his sofa - I saw it through the windows.
Oh...and I hope he woke up again before his body discovered there was castor oil, too, in his wine...
Welcome to the PPTH, Dr. Marks!

James left early this morning and didn't bother to raise me from sleep, so I got here by bike and didn't speak to him yet as he seems to avoid me. Could it be he's pissed off?
I really wonder why...It wasn't me who ruined our couch. Well...he was reading some oncologists's magazines until late and fell asleep on the sofa. I went to bed somewhen around midnight and woke up again around 3 am just to notice he still wasn't in bed.
I tiptoed into the living room and found him sleeping there wearing his McGill t-shirt and a wornout jeans. He looked so cute and sweet that I felt my heart stinging again. I pondered to awake him with a kiss and ask him to come to bed but then the little devil inside of me decided to do something else.
I filled a bowl with lukewarm water, put it on the floor alongside the sofa and carefully placed his hand into it.
Then I sneaked into the bedroom again and soon fell asleep.

In the early morning hours I awoke by a cry and loud cussing.
"FUCK! You idiot!!!"
Rummaging.
"Bastard!!!"
Tapping.
Rummaging.
Slamming of the bathroom door.
"DAMN!"
Rubbing sounds on the couch.
"Fuck it fuck it FUCK IT!!!"
The sound of a fist slamming onto the couch table.

I pretended to be sound asleep although I heard Jim coming into the bedroom.
"Be prepared, sleeping beauty!", I heard him gnarl and then there was some rummaging again and he left the room.
I tried hard not to giggle and managed to fall asleep again.
When I woke up he wasn't in bed. I stretched, arose and found he was already gone.
I'll climb on his balcony now and see if I can catch him there.
Maybe I should invite him to a really nice lunch now.

A deep-frozen car and an annoying detective

2007-01-24T15:36:00.000+01:00

Mood: still annoyed
Weather: cold and snowy
Drinking: black coffee with sugar
Eating: the chocolate covered marshmallows I snatched from said detective
Listening to: I'm not the man - 10,000 Maniacs

This morning was cold.
Frigging cold.
Incredibly cold!

After I slighlty woke up in the middle of the night 'cause James cuddled me madly and covered my face with kisses I just dozed off into a light slumber and woke up early. It was somewhere around 6am and I arose, had a shower and percolated coffee.
Rummaging through the cupboards and the fridge I found what I wanted and prepared French Toast for breakfast.
Just when I wanted to raise James from his sleep he plodded into the kitchen rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Morn...", he murmured and stretched a bit. He does not know what this sight does with me I think.
"Morning, cuddly wuddly", I grinned at him and set the table. "Coffee's ready and the French Toast in a minute. Sit down and wake up, hun."
James looked at me a bit sleepy and sat down shaking his head. "What happened that you are awake and already prepared breakfast?"
I poured the coffee and shrugged. "Dunno, I just felt like it."
Then I served the French Toast and sat down, too.
James smiled at me. "I had no objections if you felt like it more often."
I sneered at him. "No way turning me into your little wife", I pointed at him.
James chuckled. "Ah...no...I wouldn't want that. I love my sweet grumpy husband too much."
"See?", I answered and blitzed the toast.
James shook his head. "There it is again - my demolition bomb..."
"I'm hungry", I replied still chewing and showed him the chewed remains in my mouth with an "Haaaaargh!"
"Ukk!", James exclaimed and raised his hand. "I don't want to see that!"
"I know", I snickered and sipped my coffee.
I behaved the rest of our breakfast and I cleared up while James showered and dressed.

When we went out the cold air hit us like a hammer. "Geez!", I exclaimed. "I want to curl up in bed again! This is disgusting!"
I rubbed my hands and watched James who tried to open his car. The driver's door was frozen, the passenger door, too.
"See?", I pouted. "The car does not want to leave either. Let's stay at home."
James rolled his eyes. "Lazyass..."
He tried one of the backdoors and finally managed to open the one on the left side.
"Hah!", he exclaimed, threw his bag to the passenger seat and climbed from the backseat to the driver's seat.
I giggled. "You look silly. But I got a nice view of your sweet little ass!"
"Just shut up and come in!", he replied. "It's cold and I want to shut the doors."
"Okay...but don't expect me to climb to the passenger seat", I said and sat down on the backseat of the car.
When I closed the door I put on a snobby expression and pointed ahead with my cane.
"James, to hospital please!"
First he gasped but then just replied "Very well, Sir", and started the engine. So I had my personal chauffeur to PPTH this morning.

Sitting at my desk and flipping through some files I tried to think of something mean and embarassing I could do to Dr. Marks who took up employment at OBGYN today.
My thoughts were interrupted by Foreman who asked me if I could accompany him seeing a patient. I hate such visits but my ducklings always have their reasons when they call me to someone.
The guy promised to become an interesting case and I limped backwards to my office still talking to Foreman who stood at the door to our common room. I saw him gesturing but it was too late. I "ran" into someone who cussed and dropped a file.
"Oooooops!", I said and turned to the man who gathered his papers and glared at me.
"Ooops? Can't you just pay attention?"
I grinned at the grumpy face and shrugged. "Did someone have bad sex last night?"
"My sex life is none of your business!", he snapped and bobbed up. "Go and get yourself some illegal prescriptions and mind your own business!"
I congratulated myself for pissing someone off so quickly.
"Bad sex or no sex for months", I smirked. This must have been the detective from Boston. I heard some rumors about two boys who have been shot down and were his case now. "And I don't think you're here because of illegal subscriptions", I continued eyeing the file in his hands. I was nosy, I have to admit.
"Your luck I am not!", he gnarled and put the file into his jacket. Too bad. Now I wasn't able to spot anything.
"I could do with a coffee now. How about you?", I asked with my brightest smile. He shrugged and took the bait. "Yeah...why not..." He seemed to think I wanted to apologize but I just wanted to catch a glimpse of his file.
"This way", I grinned and headed for the cafeteria. Foreman watched us passing by and shook his head at me.
When I sat down I said "Black coffee with sugar, please. Your treat."
The man grunted, rolled his eyes and went to the counter. When he came back he put a mug in front of me and slammed a tray to the table. Two Reubens!
I was surprised. "How did you know?"
He shrugged and unwrapped his sandwich. "Every doctor I know is crazy for Reubens. You're Dr. House, right?"
"Er...yes...", I replied and fought to unwrap my sandwhich.
"Thought so", he said. "Read the name on the door to your office. I'm Detective Woody Hoyt."
Food seemed to lift up his bad mood. I didn't answer, forgot to say 'Thank you' and took a bite from my Reuben. "UKK!", I exclaimed and dropped it to the table. "It has pickles!" I looked at it as if it was crap on toast. Shivering with disgust I removed them and offered them to Hoyt. "Want some? But not this one, I chewed on it."
He took a deep breath. "You do not bother to thank me, let me pay for your coffee and your damn Reuben and just complain about pickles?! I'm not in the mood for such crap now! Didn't sleep for more than 30 hours and have to wait for a victim to wake up!"
Now that my Reuben wasn't contaminated anymore I took a hearty bite, leaned back and munched happily. Subway has better Reubens but this one was for free - never look a gift horse in the mouth.
"Are you always grumpy like that?", I then asked. "I'm not in need of competition! You need your victim to wake up? A little adrenaline could help that", I smirked.
"Don't you dare!", he spat. "I'm not grumpy, I just want to go home!"
"Sooo bitchy!", I answered and rolled my eyes towards the ceiling. "I was just trying to help you. Believe me or not, I have my nice moments. Now it's over, I'm sorry."
I leaned back in my chair again. "Thank you by the way! What exciting things are waiting for you at home? A puppy dog? An empty appartment? You look as if you'd nearly fall asleep on that chair."
He finished his sandwhich and smashed the tray to the table angrily. "A bed! That's waht's waiting for me!"
I saved my sandwhich from being crushed by the tray and just shook my head. "A bed...really exciting", I mumbled and took another bite.
I was curious about the victim but knew Detective Hoyt would not tell me anything at all. But there was that file...
"What if I offer you the couch at my office? It's quite comfortable. You could have a nap and stop being grouchy."
"I'm no moron!", Hoyt grunted and glared at me again. "As soon as I'm asleep you'll snatch my file, I see how nosy you are."
Rats! He got me.
"This really hurts, you know that? As if I snatched files! Put it in your pants if you want when you lay down!", I pouted and tried to hide my disappointment.
I so would snatch it even out of his pants.
Hoyt snorted. "Of course. I'm sure someone would grab into my pants then!"
I shot him an indignant look. "You really think I'd let my hand slip in your pants? No way!"
In fact I had thought of asking Foreman to do so and I was damn sure that Foreman was capable of snatching the file without Hoyt noticing it.
"If you would I'd shove your cane in your ass!", he snapped and I grinned.
"I'd rather have other things shoved in my ass than my cane", I chuckled and thought of last night.
Hoyt just shook his head and stomped out of the cafetaria.
Shoot! The file was gone with him.

I walked back to my office and found a part of his file that slipped beneath my door when he dropped it. With a broad grin I noticed it was the case. After I read it I hid it under my fern and went to James whisteling a tune...

Point Pleasant lives up to its name

2007-01-23T12:56:00.000+01:00

Really.
It was pleasant.
Such a pity Jim got sick again.
I am so sorry for him.
But Saturday evening was a real pleasure.

Jim already told you we've been at the Chinese reataurant on the main street, right?
Geez, I could still laugh my ass off when I think of the bottle there. I wish I could show it here - it really looked like a pecker.
Foreman was not that amused to receive a picture of it on his cell and wrote a text asking us if we already had one over the eight. I couldn't stop giggling when Jim wrote back We heard a rumor. Are you really gay?
Foreman must have been surprised or he thought I grabbed Jim's cell to write this text. We exchanged some more silly text messages and payed our meals finishing with another plum wine.

When we stepped outside Jim suddenly flung his arms around me and shoved me to the wall. He looked deep into my eyes and his countenance was totally earnest.
"Thank you", he said.
I gazed into his dark brown eyes with growing fascination and discovered the golden spots in them again. "Thank you for what?", I asked slightly puzzled.
He bent forward and placed a sweet little kiss on my lips. "For being with me. For spending your life with me."
I swallowed. "Thank you, the same to you!"
I embraced him and for some minutes we just stood there and I rested my chin on his shoulder. It felt so good I cannot describe it. So I just snuggled to him and sighed.
When he pulled back from me he ran his fingers through my hair.
"I never wanted anything else since I met you..."
I had to swallow hard again. "You're adorable. I love you."
He kissed me and I leaned back to the wall. My heart was slopping over again and I had that fluffy, dizzy and love dazed feeling which made me walk like on wobbly soft clouds.
The door opened and a whole gang passed us by but we didn't care.

Some ages later we looked into each other's eyes again, grinned and walked on.
"God, Greg, you're cute!", Jim sighed and took my hand. I didn't feel cute at all but just squeezed his hand and looked at the pub on the other side of the street.
"Ah....you smelled Guinness, hm?", James grinned and I shrugged.
"Not really....but...it sounds alluring, doesn't it? We have no Guinness at home and a pint or two here would be a nice finish for the evening out." I waggled my eyebrows and Jim shook his head.
"Cider for me then", he smiled broadly. "Sounds really more than alluring."

The pub was crowded but we found a small table next to the fireplace and sat down there. I leaned back in my chair and watched James. The fire drew patterns of light on his face and hair and I felt a traction somewhere in my heart. He beamed at me and his eyes sparkled. "'sup?", he asked and I was all smiles.
"I just can't believe you're my husband from time to time. That you are with me...", I sighed. "Geez! I feel swept from my feet when I look at you."
James blinked and beamed with joy. "That's what I think when I look at you. God, Greg...why don't you show this side to anyone besides me?"
I looked at my hands. "I don't want to. No need to know me inside out. We've been through so much crap and you've always been at my side. You never left, you never hurt me...Of course we had our brawls but...who doesn't?"
I looked up again. "I love you. So you should know me like no one else, right?"
He swallowed and nodded. "Right..."
I tried to draw off the attention and opened the menue.
"So it's Cider for you, hun? Sure? You can order Orgasms here..."
"What?!"
I nodded and showed it to him. "See? Guinness with Champagne. Sounds awful."
"Um...no...just Cider, please", he smiled. "I'll order the orgasm later..."
I chuckled. "Okay...I'll see what I can do for you, Dr. Wilson."
We ordered our pints and I leaned back in my chair again turning the Guinness in my hands. "This is perfect", I sighed. "You are here with me, we sit by the fire, we're off from work, we have Guinness and Cider and it's stormy outside which makes it even cosier." As if on cue Perfect Day by Lou Reed began to play and I closed my eyes with another contented sigh.
"You are cute", Jim whispered and bent over the table to caress my cheek.
So we sat there, just smiling at each other, listening to the music, the babbling around us, the wind outside and from time to time the cracking of the fireplace. It was perfect.

On my way to the men's restroom I discovered the pub's billiard saloon. No one was in there and when I came back I asked Jim "What about snooker, hun? There's a billiard saloon over there."
Jim stretched lazily and I just stared at him. "Snooker? Why not..."
He grabbed his glass, handed my Guinness to me and we made our way to the billiard saloon. Thelight was dim, the room was still empty and James put his glass on one of the tables, looked around and stretched again.
I don't know if he did this on purpose, but it had the same effect on me as always. So I closed and locked the door and limped over to him. Embracing him from behind I purred into his ear. "My cue is already prepared...."
Jim shivered and turned to me. "God Jehovah, Greg! I...well....I have no doubt...it was easily to...erm...get to know that..."
I grinned, bent forward to kiss him deeply and began to unbutton his shirt. Shoving him to one of the billiard tables I continued to do so and he was too shocked or absorbed in our kiss to protest. I reassured myself that the room had no windows and then raised James with a jolt on the table. "Heave-ho!", I chuckled and crawled up to him pushing him down and continuing to undress him.
With slightly dilated eyes James looked at me and panted "Did you lock the door?"
I nodded and bent down to kiss him.
Ooooooh boy...we had a very pleasant game of snooker in that pub.

After we rearranged our clothes we went back to our places as if nothing ever happened, chuckled at each other and ordered a last pint. I decided to try a Snakebite which was really good.
When we left the pub we decided to have a nightstroll along the beach and I wrapped deep into my coat 'cause it was frigging cold. James took my hand and put it into his coat pocket and we watched and listened to the sea for a while. It was 3 am by now and apart from us no soul was on the beach. The moon glistened on the waves and James took me into his arms. "Some moments should last forever", he said and kissed me deeply. "You'd better stop this", I murmured into the kiss and wrapped my arms around him.
"Why should I?", he whispered back and let his hand slip into my trousers.
"Gawd!", I gasped and pulled him even closer. He continued what he began and my legs turned to jelly and reason was washed away.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeze", I whispered and now it was me who watched him with dilated eyes.
"Greg...", he said. "We're on the beach, it's cold and it's 3am..."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze...."
"Greg...."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze....."
One second later I found myself laying in the sand behind "Jim's log" and didn't feel cold at all.

Me and my red mug

2007-01-23T11:15:00.000+01:00

Yes....Chase is running around with his camera again.

I show it here because James likes my jumper...

Crappy tests

2007-01-22T12:53:00.000+01:00

Your Inner European is Irish!

Sprited and boisterous!

You drink everyone under the table.

Who's Your Inner European?

You Are 40% Gentleman

You tend to think that etiquette is crap, and you pretty much act however you please.

And while this does please you, it pretty much offends everyone else.

Are You A Gentleman?

You Belong in Fall

Intelligent, introspective, and quite expressive at times...

You appreciate the changes in color, climate, and mood that fall brings

Whether you're carving wacky pumpkins or taking long drives, autumn is a favorite time of year for you

What Season Are You?

You Belong in Dublin

Friendly and down to earth, you want to enjoy Europe without snobbery or pretensions.

You're the perfect person to go wild on a pub crawl... or enjoy a quiet bike ride through the old part of town.

What European City Do You Belong In?

Your Seduction Style: The Charmer

You're a master at intimate conversation and verbal enticement.

You seduce with words, by getting people to open up to you.

By establishing this deep connection quickly, people feel under your power.

And then you've got them exactly where you want them!

What Is Your Seduction Style?

I love it

2007-01-19T15:22:00.001+01:00

TGIF

2007-01-19T12:56:00.000+01:00

Mood: ready for weekend
Weather: light snow, 30 °F
Drinking: coffee
Listening to: In the Dutch mountains - The Nits

What does TGIF mean?
Are you kidding?
Thank God It's Friday of course!
And you don't know the song I'm listening to? No big wonder, it's a Dutch band I suppose.:

I planned to sneak out early today but a consultation put a spoke in my wheel. Dr. Jordan from Boston asked me to see a patient and the case seemed to be quite interesting. First they thought he'd suffer from myalgic encephalomyelitis (better known as chronic fatigue syndrome I suppose) because he experiences profound, overwhelming exhaustion, both mental and physical, which is worsened by exertion, and is not relieved by rest. They tried everything on him, ANS stimulants and so on but he responds to nothing. CFS is difficult to treat and the causes may vary, I know, but they are sure that it must be something else.
And as James has a patient in the late afternoon I decided to 'take on business' and help Dr. Jordan together with my ducklings.

The morning was filled to the brim with boring clinic duty so I was really looking forward to a new puzzle and after a very pleasant lunchbreak I had a cup of coffee at my office when Dr. Jordan arrived.
A tall man in his thirties, nattily dressed, blackhaired and very self complacent at first glance. Besides that he looked somehow familiar and soon I would find out why.
I ignored the hand he offered and just nodded a hello to him while he examined me closely. Suddenly a broad grin appeared on his face and he laughed.
"Whoooohoooo! It's Greggo! Hey, where's your groupie?"
I raised an eyebrow and grinned. "So I know you from Baltimore, hm?"
He nodded and dropped into the visitors' chair. "Yes, and your speech was amazing. Do you still have that pink rabbit?" Again the corners of his mouth twitched and he laughed.
I snorted. "Yes, I still have it. Well, and my groupie is the Head of Oncology, you could visit him and ask for his rattle."
Jordan rubbed his chin and seemed to think about it. "Hmmm...I think I'll ask him for some tips. A friend of mine has to give a speech on Tuesday and I'd love to cheer there."
I shrugged. "Maybe he'll lend you the horn, who knows..."
Jordan snickered. "After all I heard about you I wonder why he's still alive..."
I leaned back in my chair and said "Come in", when Foreman and Cameron knocked at the office door. "After all you heard about me? Oh, I love my reputation!", I answered and aquainted everyone.
Cameron beamed at Dr. Jordan and Foreman and me winked at each other. Maybe that guy would lift her mood slightly. She was so bitchy of time it was hard to bear.
With her most beautiful smile she shook his hand and afterwards announced that she percolated coffee and everything was ready at our conference room.

So we all arose and sat down at our conference table again.
Well, the others sat down, I stood with my mug at the whiteboard and was ready to scribble down any information Jordan could give.
"Exhaustion, depression, muscle weakness, cardiac problems", I wrote down.
Suddenly the door opened and Chase came in to join us which caused Foreman to beam and Cameron to frown. I just grinned.
"So the wombat is fine again?"
Chase rolled his eyes and introduced himself to Dr. Jordan. "I'm not Dr. Wombat but Dr. Chase!" Then he turned to me and grimaced. "So nice to be here again. I really missed the pet names you give me."
I bowed and smirked. "I know you can't live without that! Fancy some munchies?", I asked and offered him a pencil.
Chase just raised his hands and dropped into the chair next to Foreman.
"Okay", I then began. "What do we have here? It's definitely not myalgic encephalomyelitis - they already tested this by diagnosis of exclusion."
"Myasthenia gravis?", Chase asked and I shook my head simultanously with Dr. Jordan.
"No...that would just explain the muscle weakness, not the other symptoms."
I flipped throught the patient's file and scribbled down some more symptoms.
"Low blood pressure that falls further when standing, depression, loss of appetite, craving for salt and salty foods..." Here I stopped.
"By the way...can anyone get me a bag of roast chicken flavor crisps?"
Three voices said "NO!", I sighed and continued.
"Restlessness and diaphoresis...ukk!"
"Could be hypotension", Foreman tried his luck.
"And the salty food?", I asked.
"And the diaphoresis?", Jordan asked.
Foreman sighed and shrugged. "Right..."
I turned to Dr. Jordan. "Was he tested for hyperkalemia?"
He shook his head. "Not yet."
"Hyponatremia?"
"Um...no."
"Okay...we should do that first and then meet here again", I proposed which meant I would study the file again and the others did the testing.

The tests showed that his the sodium level in the plasma was below 135 mmol/L - therefor the sweating and nausea - and an elevated blood level (above 5.0 mmol/L) of the electrolyte potassium.
"Okay...now we get closer...", I said and rubbed my chin.
Without knocking Jim came in. "Greg, I wanted to...oh...I'm sorry", he blushed.
He thought I was still alone in here 'cause I told him so when the others were away doing the tests.
"No need to be sorry - they just came back a few minutes ago", I smiled at him and noticed my legs turn to jelly when he smiled back.
Jordan grinned like a Cheshire cat. "It's Greggo's groupie!", he chuckled and arose to greet James which made him blush again.
"Um...Dr. James Wilson. So you heard his speech..."
Jordan nodded. "Yes, I did. I wanted to ask you for a rattle 'cause a friend of mine gives a speech on Monday", he winked.
James grinned. "Oh...I might need it this weekend, I'm sorry."
"You might, hm?", I asked and offered him a coffee.
"So, my groupie, sit down here next to me if you'd fancy a coffee. We're solving a puzzle right now."
He 'accidentally' brushed my arm with his as he walked by and sat down. "With pleasure, my admired superstar."
Jordan shook his head and grinned. Looking from James to me and back he raised an eyebrow and gave us a questioning glance. "You know each other for long now, don't you?"
James leaned back in his chair and nodded. "More than 10 years."
"So that's settled now?", I asked and tapped the marker against the whiteboard. "We still have Mister Drowning-in-sweat here. And his number of eosinophils is increased."
James sipped his coffee and I felt the urge to hug him but held myself back. "Hodgkin's lymphoma?", he asked.
"That would explain sweat, weight loss and fatigue at least", I sighed. "But not the other symptoms", I gestured to the whiteboard with the marker again. "And his lymph knodes are normal."
He smiled at me. "I see that the gearwheels in your head are already turning and I bet you know what it is."
"I think so...." I turned to Dr. Jordan. "Does your patient like milk?"
"Huh? Um...I think so..."
"Let's visit him and let him drink some milk."
They all looked at me as if I was going mad (except James) and our caravan made its way to the patient.
The poor guy seemed to be scared of me but I'm used to this. He had his glass of milk and suddenly his hand began to flex once a second. "See?", I grinned and turned to the patient. "Never mind...this tetany is caused by phosphate excess... Do you feel numbness in your extremities?"
He did and he showed tremor every now and then. The most evident symptom was the melasma suprarenale - reddish darkened skin at his arms.
"I think I can help you, Dr. Jordan", I said and turned around without saying goodbye to the patient. The others left more politely and a few minutes later we were at the conference room again.
"You know what it is?", Jordan asked me.
I nodded and swayed my empty mug underneath Jim's nose to incite him to pour coffee in it. "Menace", he sighed and took the mug.
I kissed his nosetip when he handed me the mug again and ignored Dr. Jordan's puzzled look. "Addison's disease", I answered. "What about an assay for 21-hydroxylase antibodies?"

It turned out to be Addison's disease and he left highly pleased and thankful but without rattle.
I am waiting for Jim now and when he's finished with his patient we'll go home, have a shower, change clothes and then have dinner at Ganges, 33 Princeton-Hightstown Road. We both are in the mood for Indian food today and want to introduce a very pleasant evening with this dinner. I think I'll have Chicken Hyderabadi.

Geez!

2007-01-16T21:29:00.000+01:00

Cuddy's brooch was awful today!!!

Reading the contract

2007-01-16T11:19:00.000+01:00

It's really our's!
Whooooosh!

If you'd like to listen to the song

2007-01-15T18:57:00.000+01:00

....I sang to James:

Of course I sound different!

I tried to be an artist

2007-01-15T13:56:00.000+01:00

...and miserably failed...

Here I stand and face the rain
High up on the mountain
Looking down I am again
Spreading my arms out wide
Letting me fall down
Letting me glide
Feeling the wind on my face

I feel no fear
Though free I am falling
I just trust
And hear you calling
Spreading your arms out wide
You wait for me
As I fall down and glide

Nothing can harm me
You're by my side
I don't run anymore
There's no need to hide.

The Nobodies

2007-01-15T13:29:00.000+01:00

I told Jim about that song 'cause it's great.
He didn't know it and called me the music nerd again.
So, luv, here it is.
The video is a bit disturbing....so maybe, dear readers: Just listen and don't watch.