Oddly, that was not the first thing that popped into my head on reading her DM tale. Which, for those who know me and my filthy mind, will come as a bit of a shock
That reminds me...in August 2008 I felt ill at work. My first thought was a migraine, then I realised I was about to vomit. Made it to the toilets, and collapsed on the floor, vomiting violently. At this exact moment I started with right sided chest pain, so assumed I had pulled an intercostal muscle. I couldn't seem to stand up, and was deeply concerned that I was still carrying the paediatric registrar crash bleep. I recall throwing any handy projectiles I could spot (mostly toilet rolls) at the door at the end of the corridor, behind which I could hear colleagues laughing and chatting. Eventually someone responded, and I was helped to my car. Made it home, and spent the evening working on my audit presentation for the next day (no, of course I couldn't go into work vomiting, I may have been a tad confused), and getting irritated at my pulled intercostal which was causing increasing chest pain. Then I started coughing up brown stuff and finally twigged (yes, yes, I'm a doctor, did I mention confusion?) that I was developing a chest infection, and thought I might see my GP the next day. By about 5 am, when I discovered myself tying a scarf round my chest so it wouldn't move with breathing because it hurt to much, I thought it might be worth popping to A&E. Obviously I didn't call an ambulance (do you know how much they cost the NHS?). But I did recognise I probably wasn't fit to drive, and called a taxi.
So, I arrived at A&E (different larger hospital to the one I had gone home from earlier). Walking the approximately 10 metres to the reception desk revealed just how SOB I was. Apparently using single words to gasp out "chest pain" speeds up processing. I was rapidly triaged, told my numbers wouldn't be too bad if I were a small child but were crap for an adult, and taken into resus. I have to say, when ringing in sick to work, doing so from resus adds artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative. Anyway, after a couple of slugs of IV ABs, and some fluids, they decided to let me home that evening (having since looked into scoring systems for adults with pneumonia, they shouldn't have done). When I got home I had very little food in, but found some hash browns and eggs, so thought that would do. And yes, you can see me finally getting to the point? Set the frying pan on fire, adding smoke inhalation to my pneumonia. Now, you may recall me referencing confusion. I came within a split second of trying to put out a frying pan fire with a dry tea towel. Which would have been...interesting. DO you think I might be related to Jodi?
I think we need a competition to decide for which of the following characters Jodi provided most personal inspiration (for?) : Max, Bashford, Team Weird, Markham and any others? The Priory could also be included as it is always burning, exploding or being attacked by swans.
So, at Jodicon one morning, when I saw you approach me with a plea to Madame Zara, it might have been prudent to run away? As it turned out, it was simply a chummy pleasant conversation. Did I have a lucky escape?
On re-reading LOTR. Yes, Shifting Book is a well-known phenomenon in certain quarters. It is, of course, very different from Spayed/Neutered Book, which is done by the sort of publishers who employ sensitivity readers. Shifting Book is a sort of parallax effect. You've changed where you're viewing the book from, so the book appears to have moved. The more meaningful the book is, the more it has that capacity. The Scarlet Pimpernel, while always enjoyable, tends to remain stationary over decades. But I was startled a few years ago to realize that Niven & Pournelle's Oath of Fealty had, between readings, become a book on a completely different subject. From bureaucracy and the nature of government, it had become a book about privacy and terrorism. And I was a little startled to realize that a good friend was reading a very different Jane Austen's Persuasion than I was. Beware of Heinlein's Methuselah's Children, by the way. While sitting harmlessly on my shelves looking harmless, a nice simple adventure story morphed into a treatise of government you could put beside Locke. I'm a little afraid to read my copy again, truthfully. How many other similar booby traps are on the Great Wall of Fiction, ready to detonate if I read them again?
I'm so sorry that happened to you, but I'm so glad you can find the humor in it now and use it for your books! They keep me laughing! And on the edge of my seat and angry with you when you're dealing with a villain (or Max is)! Izzie and the ice water was excellent! Does that mean the gloopy soup Max made happened too? So many questions! :)
Of course the car incident happened! I'm personally not going to live in a world where the car incident has no factual basis!
I bet Jodi *has* had an 'incident' with a car. Just maybe not a Bentley crashing into a tree...
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It wasn't a Bentley. More I will not say.
I think it is the 'incident' after hitting the tree that Jodi may me we should be ashamed of thinking about.
Oddly, that was not the first thing that popped into my head on reading her DM tale. Which, for those who know me and my filthy mind, will come as a bit of a shock
That reminds me...in August 2008 I felt ill at work. My first thought was a migraine, then I realised I was about to vomit. Made it to the toilets, and collapsed on the floor, vomiting violently. At this exact moment I started with right sided chest pain, so assumed I had pulled an intercostal muscle. I couldn't seem to stand up, and was deeply concerned that I was still carrying the paediatric registrar crash bleep. I recall throwing any handy projectiles I could spot (mostly toilet rolls) at the door at the end of the corridor, behind which I could hear colleagues laughing and chatting. Eventually someone responded, and I was helped to my car. Made it home, and spent the evening working on my audit presentation for the next day (no, of course I couldn't go into work vomiting, I may have been a tad confused), and getting irritated at my pulled intercostal which was causing increasing chest pain. Then I started coughing up brown stuff and finally twigged (yes, yes, I'm a doctor, did I mention confusion?) that I was developing a chest infection, and thought I might see my GP the next day. By about 5 am, when I discovered myself tying a scarf round my chest so it wouldn't move with breathing because it hurt to much, I thought it might be worth popping to A&E. Obviously I didn't call an ambulance (do you know how much they cost the NHS?). But I did recognise I probably wasn't fit to drive, and called a taxi.
So, I arrived at A&E (different larger hospital to the one I had gone home from earlier). Walking the approximately 10 metres to the reception desk revealed just how SOB I was. Apparently using single words to gasp out "chest pain" speeds up processing. I was rapidly triaged, told my numbers wouldn't be too bad if I were a small child but were crap for an adult, and taken into resus. I have to say, when ringing in sick to work, doing so from resus adds artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative. Anyway, after a couple of slugs of IV ABs, and some fluids, they decided to let me home that evening (having since looked into scoring systems for adults with pneumonia, they shouldn't have done). When I got home I had very little food in, but found some hash browns and eggs, so thought that would do. And yes, you can see me finally getting to the point? Set the frying pan on fire, adding smoke inhalation to my pneumonia. Now, you may recall me referencing confusion. I came within a split second of trying to put out a frying pan fire with a dry tea towel. Which would have been...interesting. DO you think I might be related to Jodi?
I think we need a competition to decide for which of the following characters Jodi provided most personal inspiration (for?) : Max, Bashford, Team Weird, Markham and any others? The Priory could also be included as it is always burning, exploding or being attacked by swans.
So, at Jodicon one morning, when I saw you approach me with a plea to Madame Zara, it might have been prudent to run away? As it turned out, it was simply a chummy pleasant conversation. Did I have a lucky escape?
On re-reading LOTR. Yes, Shifting Book is a well-known phenomenon in certain quarters. It is, of course, very different from Spayed/Neutered Book, which is done by the sort of publishers who employ sensitivity readers. Shifting Book is a sort of parallax effect. You've changed where you're viewing the book from, so the book appears to have moved. The more meaningful the book is, the more it has that capacity. The Scarlet Pimpernel, while always enjoyable, tends to remain stationary over decades. But I was startled a few years ago to realize that Niven & Pournelle's Oath of Fealty had, between readings, become a book on a completely different subject. From bureaucracy and the nature of government, it had become a book about privacy and terrorism. And I was a little startled to realize that a good friend was reading a very different Jane Austen's Persuasion than I was. Beware of Heinlein's Methuselah's Children, by the way. While sitting harmlessly on my shelves looking harmless, a nice simple adventure story morphed into a treatise of government you could put beside Locke. I'm a little afraid to read my copy again, truthfully. How many other similar booby traps are on the Great Wall of Fiction, ready to detonate if I read them again?
I'm so sorry that happened to you, but I'm so glad you can find the humor in it now and use it for your books! They keep me laughing! And on the edge of my seat and angry with you when you're dealing with a villain (or Max is)! Izzie and the ice water was excellent! Does that mean the gloopy soup Max made happened too? So many questions! :)
Seems I have two accounts with Substack. My author Substack account connected to Jodi Taylor should be changed to grace_allison@yahoo.com Please add my author website https://substack.com/@gracethemystic