Abigail "Tommie" Thompson is: the least helpful nurse in the world. Seriously, we still don't know if Margo has had a stroke or blood poisoning or delirium tremens or what. And at this point with the writing, I feel like anything could happen, context clues be damned. (e.g. "It turns out she just has a really bad case of gout!")
Readers, it's time to place your bets. What will Margo's diagnosis be? The winner gets to change the quote on the banner. (Even though "Nurse Dawkins has set me free!" still makes me laugh every time I notice it.)
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I'm wondering if the last six months (or however long it's been since A3G made any sense at all) will turn out to have been some kind of coma/fever dream.
I wonder if they have a lamp in that hospital.
Probably just dengue fever, but more importantly, that white haired woman in Panel 2 is quite the looker.
Obviously Margo is a walking corpse. How else would Tommie know what's wrong with her by simply listening to her heart beat (or lack of one). That's why everyone is so giggly -- zombies are very entertaining!
My vote is Legionnaire's Disease. Or dropsy.
Margo's pregnant!
Her baby will be named Zyoxx The Destroyer and will portend the extinction of all life in Apartment 3-A through 3-F.
So how did it go from "OH NO PLEASE GOD NOOOO WHY THIS VERY THING?! PLEASE DON'T LET HER HAVE THIS VERY THING" to "I don't know what she has Eric! At all! NO idea whatsoever!"
I have a feeling Shulock is just going to slap a generic amnesia diagnosis on this one, caused by stressed or whatever. Still wondering if we even needed that wedding plot at all.
Eh could be worse though. Let's hope this wasn't all just Tommie's dream and she's still back in Happiness Falls! NOOOOOoooooo!
Based on Margo's misshapen ear in one of last week's strips, an earwig has entered and is chewing its way through her brain. Moreover, it's a female and it LAID EGGS in there! (One of the creepiest "Night Gallery" episodes ever.)
"Okay, Eric, I'll tell you! Margo's been trapped in an avalanche!"
"What?!? That was me! Five years ago!"
"Was it? Oh yeah. Heh heh! Then I still don't know what to tell you."
It's bacterial meningitis, so all the misshapen characters will have to be quarantined together (because Shulock knows as little about medicine as she knows about anything else).
Tommie will get some Nurse of the Year award for diagnosing bacterial meningitis using only an invisible stethoscope!
It's a curse.
My money is on date-rape drug.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again ... Margo is suffering from the disappearing sickness ... she's a goner! Literally! No one has seen her since Tommie "examined" her.
If I win, I would like the banner to say, "I wish I knew the answer, Eric. I'm so very sorry." I think that sums up my daily reaction to reading this strip, although I usually go on to cackle hysterically at the wackiness.
Spanish flu.
Margo is the ground zero patient of the dreaded zombie apocalypse! Luckily for all humankind there isn't enough grey matter between the three people she's with to keep even one zombie undead, so after "feasting" on Luann's, Tommie's and Eric's brains we'll learn even a zombie can starve to death. Disaster averted!
Apologies to molly, I just saw you already predicted zombie. Apt 3-G is affecting my brain I guess!
Sadly, I think it is some kind of dopey voodoo curse from that charlatan psychic. It would make as much sense as anything else in this strip.
My bet; because A3G is so topical and cutting edge Margo will be revealed to have toxoplasmosis and the only way she can get a dose of Daraprim is by breaking into that douchebag Shkreli’s secret antarctic lair and teaching him the true meaning of Christmas.
And then I’ll be changing the banner to “LuAnn, everyone in this strip is white as a sheet.” Because THAT was funny!
I like the daterape drug suggestion, but the only possible administrators are 'Roll with butter' lady and Diner waitress, right? So which one was it?
The waitress for the outdoor diner in January put the brown acid in her pie.
This episode started with Margo showering at 1:00 AM and complaining it was too hot - that was in January - yesterday morning strip time. She calls her mother at 2:00 in a manic state, then eats a huge breakfast, moves from mania to paranoia and disorientation, then crashes. I'm gonna say amphetamines, ingested sometimes last December or so, but I'm not obsessed enough with this strip to start digging into 2014.
No worries, Obtuse. You had a zombie moment. Honestly, I think it confirms the diagnosis!
Sadly, according to today's strip, the joke is on us. What a terribly boring and non sequitur conclusion. Just when I thought A3G couldn't get any more inane... Is it possible to be surprised and weary at the same time?
@molly: The joke is always on us. What a letdown today!
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