coming to this late, still trying to resume normal service after the holidays.

This one felt quite different to the others, as it's not 'telling a story' exactly. It's got the slightly detached sense that you get in dreams and the melancholy mood pulls it along. It's a wonderful description of moments, like the bittersweet imagining that his leg is whole or the biting pain of Wilson laughing at him. I really liked the surrealness of the 'extra Vicodin' stanza and the kick at the end.

I thought And suffering more pain than he can blame on his leg. was a great way of putting it and, although I think the second sestina is still my favourite for the sheer bounciness, this sits so well with the others, delving more in House's character. Great work!