I don't own any of these characters. Julia (~juliabohemian) inspired me to write, so I felt she was worthy of a mention.
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A lot of people would have thought of it to have some sort of inherent meaning, just another obstacle in life to work through, to make you stronger. Greg House saw it as another way God had screwed him over.
Not that he believed in God, but if he did, it would seem as if He had it out for him. They weren't obstacles; they were cleverly planned revenge tactics. For what, House wasn't sure. He had his reasons.
He remembered how he had told the dwarf-not-dwarf's mom a Christmas long ago (the Christmas he found himself on the floor, staring at his own vomit) that the advantage to being a freak was it made you stronger. He wondered if advantage was really the proper word. More like side effect. Kind of similar to how in comic books superheroes and villains got their powers from some crazy radioactive accident. Was it an advantage or side effect? Or maybe a side effect that doubles as an advantage?
This sure as hell didn't feel like an advantage. What advantage was there to not being able to walk without the aid of a cane- to constantly be in pain without the aid of a narcotic pain medication? He was miserable. He tried to rationalize he wasn't miserable before the infarction, but that was a load of crap. He was just… less miserable. Less miserable is always more desirable, right?
What happened to him was like the opposite of what happens to a superhero or villain who mysteriously gains powers from a freak occurrence. This was more like Superman and Kryptonite. Hell, it was worse than Superman and Kryptonite.
He knew he didn't want this. Why did he feel like he deserved it? Or that he should have just tried harder? According to his father, he had it good. He was lucky and fortunate, because he wasn't missing all his limbs and paralyzed in a wheelchair. (And even then, he wondered, if his father would still say he was fortunate because at least he wasn't dead.)
Well, fuck him. There's nothing fortunate or lucky about this. There's no way a bunch of dead muscle tissue, your right to walk taken away, could be a good thing. It wasn't unless you had a very sick and twisted mind; unless you desperately tried to spin it in a favourable way. It was out of his power, and his control. He couldn't do a damn thing about it.
While a lot of people would see it as security, Greg House was glad he didn't believe in God. If he did, he may have to face the fact that nothing was in his control.