Dr. House faces the music.
Not a bad episode overall. For once, House had to swallow his immense pride and concede defeat.
I liked that the episode didn't skimp a bit on portraying House's increasing desperation. Every time I thought he had sunk really low, he managed to sink even lower. First, he went to another clinic to try to score pain meds (which, as we know from "Three Stories," used to be his signature move). Then he cut himself for the endorphin rush. THEN he tried to boost a dead man's oxycodone. THEN he finally procured the meds by convincing the pharmacist that he was picking up the dead man's prescription, leading to the truly pathetic sight of Wilson finding him collapsed on the floor in the midst of a powerful high.
I can't say I was excited to see another round of "Can House save the patient while he's jonesing for Vicodin?" again. And I know that House is supposed to blow everyone else out of the water in terms of ability, but Dr. Cuddy, Dr. Wilson and House's team came off as a little too clueless in this episode for my taste.
I didn't see the ending coming. I figured it was going to involve House checking into rehab. Right after Tritter yanked the deal off the table, I held out a little hope that he would give House a little Christmas present and change his mind. But Tritter remained true to his hardass nature.
I thought it was pretty funny when Foreman tried to pass off House's words as his own, prompting Wilson to say, "House ... you've tanned!"