So, off the bat, you’re expecting a certain level of quality. But “Sex Sent Me to the ER” aims much lower than whatever lowest common denominator you were anticipating.
And because humans are an innovative species, it is also to be expected that the cases in a show of this type will sometimes involve more than mere overexertion.
An ironing board plays a pivotal part in one of the three cases in the premiere.
What really makes “Sex Sent Me to the ER” distinctively unpleasant, though, are the re-enactments of the incidents being described by the actual participants.
It’s not that they are X- or even R-rated. It’s that they are given a leering, heavy-breathing quality that might be intended to be funny but that makes you want to send your brain out for a steam cleaning.
If the medical emergencies themselves don’t cause you to swear off sex, these wretched re-creations will.