Letters to the Editor: The "I’m Literally Bleeding" Edition

Janice in the hospital

Our recent coverage of Janice Hoffer’s hospital-bed-workflow sparked a flood of responses from the Tog Times community. It turns out, "death do us part" applies more to our editing queues than our actual lives.

Here are the top picks from this week’s mailbag:

Subject: Epidurals and Exposure Compensation "I feel seen. During the birth of my second child, I was actually using the contractions as a timer for my export progress. Every time the nurse told me to push, I told her I couldn't because I was in the middle of a batch-rename and didn't want to crash the catalog. My husband hasn't looked at me the same way since, but hey, the client got their sneak peeks before the umbilical cord was even cut." — Sarah B., Breezy Point, NY

Subject: The Morphine Preset "Janice is a hero. I once had a client text me while I was in the recovery room after an appendectomy. When I told them I was on heavy painkillers, they asked if I could 'use that creative energy' to give their wedding a 'dreamy, ethereal look.' I ended up delivering 400 photos where everyone had purple skin. They loved it. I call it the 'Post-Op Filter.'" — Mike D., Austin, TX

Subject: HIPAA (Highly Impatient Photography Admirers) "I was in a car accident (rear-ended on the way to a shoot) and the first thing I did wasn't call 911—it was check if my dual-slot recording actually worked. While the EMTs were checking my neck, a bridesmaid from the previous weekend’s wedding DM’d me asking if I could ‘Photoshopped out her ex’ by morning. I told her I had a concussion. She replied with a ‘get well soon’ sticker and an 'ETA?'" — Jennifer L., Chicago, IL

Subject: Final Arrangements "If I ever go into cardiac arrest, please tell the paramedics to keep the paddles away from my external hard drives. The magnets will ruin the only copy of the Miller wedding, and Mrs. Miller is way scarier than the Grim Reaper." — "Old Timey" Tim, Salem, CT

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