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[as_damaged]

[Voice Post]

So. A while ago, I did a biopsy on one of my coworkers that left him brain-damaged and turned out to be totally unnecessary.

Wait, I didn't mean to say that-- I was going to talk about the time I took a patient's crys--

[Muffled mumbling as she covers her mouth and manages to turn the device off. For now. Not that that's going to last.]

[ooc: SOB. My Dirty Little Secret. She's got plenty of stuff she's not proud of, and today that's all she's got to talk about. >D]

Comments

[as_damaged]

I don't regret it. I don't know why I'm talking about it, I can't seem to stop. At least if I'm talking about that I'm not talking about sleeping with Chase. I didn't mean to--! oh--! I really can't stop, I'm sorry...

1/2

[phdinbones.livejournal.com]

This is probably the effect of one of the "curses."

2/3

[phdinbones.livejournal.com]

Women in many cultures are ashamed to talk about their sexual histories, afraid that it will make them seem impure and unattractive to men. Chastity is a mark of status.

3/3 wtf lj

[phdinbones.livejournal.com]

Since this is very likely curse-driven behavior, I don't think you have anything to be ashamed about.

Re: 3/3 wtf lj

[as_damaged]

What? No, I'm not that much of a prude, it's just. I took a patient's drugs once and called one of my coworkers over for a night of random sex, and then later we had this relationship that wasn't a relationship and I really can't stop talking about this.

[phdinbones.livejournal.com]

...I can see how that would be embarrassing, yes.