Seriously. I think I’ve only twice fainted in my life and one was in college, while I was at the bank with my mom, deathly ill, but didn’t want my mom to take pity on me. But standing in the queue I went down and woke up with police officers and worried bank employees around me. The second time was while I was on overnight call on the oncology floor in residency and I was pregnant and hit my knee under a counter and the pain rendered me unconscious. So, guess who got to go home and someone else took her call? Yep, because they thought I was exhausted. I was really fine. But people don’t trust pregnant ladies when they say they’re fine—this after I refused to go to the ER to be worked up.
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LT is Irresistibly Indifferent, Dame Judi
December 9, 2018 at 6:45 PM
I was wrong.
She wasn’t rendered unconscious until episode 3.
So I’ll now make it episode 6 for IV.
natzillagorilla
December 9, 2018 at 7:39 PM
I swore she’d have an IV when she woke up. I was impressed/disappointed when she didn’t.
LT is Irresistibly Indifferent, Dame Judi
December 9, 2018 at 7:48 PM
Silly. The first bout of unconsciousness doesn’t lead to an IV. That comes later.
blnmom
December 9, 2018 at 8:37 PM
I thought of you during this scene! Too much time on DB…
LT is Irresistibly Indifferent, Dame Judi
December 10, 2018 at 11:19 AM
I expect a shoutout during the inevitable IV. It’s coming.
I really want to peer into this writer’s psyche and ask her why she renders her female lead’s unconscious all the time.
Ally
December 10, 2018 at 6:54 PM
Seriously. I think I’ve only twice fainted in my life and one was in college, while I was at the bank with my mom, deathly ill, but didn’t want my mom to take pity on me. But standing in the queue I went down and woke up with police officers and worried bank employees around me. The second time was while I was on overnight call on the oncology floor in residency and I was pregnant and hit my knee under a counter and the pain rendered me unconscious. So, guess who got to go home and someone else took her call? Yep, because they thought I was exhausted. I was really fine. But people don’t trust pregnant ladies when they say they’re fine—this after I refused to go to the ER to be worked up.