I am not a fainter. I am a panicker who will lash out. I, too, lie down, because it’s easier to self-hypnotise that way, and harder to get the leverage to hurt someone.
Basically, they’re the ones who tell me to make a fist. I am the one requesting to lie down so that fist doesn’t end up somewhere we’ll both regret. But keeping me talking is antithetical to the process, so I also have to ask that they don’t, beyond what’s necessary.
I actually did not faint when I had my IV done for my recent surgery, although I really don’t know how I stayed conscious through his first failed attempt to start a line on my hand. I was screaming “Jesus Christ!” at the top of my lungs for what felt like several minutes. It’s been 2 weeks and the bruise is just now fading on my hand.
Apparently I also panicked while coming to with the breathing tube in and tried more than once to remove it. I do not remember this although I do remember vaguely realizing that my arms were strapped down, and that I was pounding a fist on the bed repeatedly.