Anica's apartment sure looks lived-in for someone who just moved to town. Cameron finds two Post-It Notes on Anica's bathroom mirror reminding her of appointments with her ophthalmologist and gynecologist. Frequently seeing people whose job titles end in "ologist," Cameron explains, is a sign of Munchausen's. House points out that it could also mean that Anica has -- "and [he's] just thinking outside the box [heh heh -- "box"] here -- a VAGINA...and trouble reading." I think House is just upset because all this vagina talk gave him a flashback to his strawberry-flavored Clinic patient. For his part, he's found three different prescriptions of reading glasses, which indicates to him that Anica has a growing (yet still amazingly invisible) tumor pressing on her optic nerve. Plus, faking bad eyes is really scraping the bottom of the Munchausen's bucket, as far as I'm concerned. You don't get a whole lot of sympathy for nearsightedness. Cameron says that House is just seeing what he wants to see. He accuses her of doing the same thing. They're both right! "It's not your call," Cameron snots. Better call a taxi to bring you back to the hospital, Cameron! Minutes before you're putting your life in a crippled motorcyclist's hands is really not the right time to start showing off your leadership/jerk skills.
House and Cameron meet with Foreman. House points out that they didn't find any syringes that would indicate that Anica's been shooting herself up, so Cameron was wrong. Cameron says that Anica had a third of her pituitary gland removed and no tumor was found, so House is wrong. Foreman is hesitant to make a decision, and House yells at him to step up, warning that if he sides with Cameron and is wrong, Anica will die. Foreman agrees to do some test in Anica's brain that House thinks will reveal that she has a tumor. Cameron rolls her eyes and storms off to get Anica to sign the consent form. House still isn't happy, though, and tells Foreman he only sided with him because that was the safe route, not because he thought House was right. "You're a wuss," House declares. A wuss whose patients won't get sent home to die from a pituitary-gland tumor because everyone thought she was faking it. I wouldn't mind having that kind of wussy doctor. House assures Foreman that he will keep Foreman's wussiness a secret, and then walks out of the office and proceeds to call down the hallway to Wilson that he's got some great stuff to tell him about Foreman. Foreman almost destroys House's Magic 8-Ball in frustration, and then decides against it, since the 8-ball is Foreman's method of decisionmaking, after all.