Wifey is no good
Her man should get out, right now
She still has no name.
"Lungs, skin, throat," House continues, looking down at the urinal. The camera pans down the front of it. Panning, panning, for the LOVE OF GOD stop panning down! There really are some things we never need to see. Luckily, the camera finds a subject of interest in some rust growing on the urinal, and House zips up, flushes, and announces, "Heavy metal toxicity." Weren't they one of the featured groups on Bands Reunited? I think the bass player wouldn't go to the reunion because he was afraid to leave his job as a professional welder. But House thinks it might be the cause of Bob's symptoms, and tells them that it would explain the lungs and the itching, which apparently nothing else has done. Foreman rattles off some of the causes of heavy metal poisoning (here are some of them: nobody cares), and notes that the patient's lifestyle couldn't be farther away from all of those causes. Cameron remembers that Bob and Mrs. Bob had worked a wedding in Cabo the month before, noting, "A lot of pottery in Mexico is contaminated with lead-based paint." House tells them to search the house, and to screen Bob's blood and hair for lead. And to test for mercury and arsenic. And to find out whether the resort they stayed at recently did any kind of repairs. Hold on. Let me get something to write with.