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I want to be a doctor. Never mind that I cringe at the thought of syringes. Or that the sight of blood may make me flood my pants. To be more specific, I want to be Dr. Gregory House; he's the Grissom of clinical investigation, the Sherlock Holmes of medical mystery and he has a wicked sense of humour. Notwithstanding the fact that I'm convinced it has made me a hypochondriac, I like House, the TV show that blends CSI with ER. Anyway, do you know you'll get tape worms in your brain if you undercook your ham?