I prefer Snickers to bloodletting
I know I'm a little late to the schooner, as usual, but we just finished watching HBO's John Adams. Two things:
First, is it weird that I had a pseudo crush on the young Thomas Jefferson (played by Stephen Dillane)?
I'm telling myself the answer to that is "No," especially since my buddy Michaela has a pseudo crush on...wait for it...Phil Mickelson.
If I'm going down, I'm taking someone else's weird pseudo crush with me.
Second, and I should have been prepared for this, but I wasn't. No less than four times throughout the series, we had to pause the episode so I could recline on the couch while Noah fanned me with a pillow and talked about baseball while feeding me Sour Patch Kids, to distract me from the DISGUSTING COLONIAL MEDICAL PRACTICES that they so accurately and explicitly portrayed—from a leg amputation sans anesthesia, to "desanguination" OMG I can't even go there, to inoculation from the pox...oh, jeez, I'm getting dizzy again.
Noah: How can you watch Band of Brothers no problem but you can't watch this?
Erin: Be quiet and keep fanning!
I am one of those unfortunate souls who suffers from Likely to Pass Out Disease and have been ever since seventh grade, when while watching Amadeus in art class I passed out on my teacher's desk as I approached to ask to go get some air. (It was that scene when Salieri...nope, can't do it. Sorry.)
Other instances of fainting: On a plane from L.A. to Heathrow, while watching the bloodletting scene in Sense and Sensibility; in the hallway in high school, after the STD slides in health class; at the nurse's desk at the pediatrician, after watching my brother nearly pass out from getting a shot.
I've found that the best treatment for this affliction is the immediate and rapid consumption of candy. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go recover from writing this post.