Friday, November 21, 2008
Here's our public service announcement for the week, Frumpsters. That and a personal shout out to our favorite, OCD, ritualistic hand sanitizer extraordinaire - Mr. Donk Spotter (Seriously, I'm now, and only just now, sorry for all the times I've made fun of you).
You know, I worry about a lot of silly, pointless things; brain tumors, inevitable death, the economy, the looming giant spider issue, filthy, whorish women, my career prospects...the list goes on and on. I can honestly say, however, that I've never wasted any of my valueless time pondering whether worms would somehow infiltrate, and begin eating through, my brain...until now. Yep, thanks to Phoenix, Arizona's Rosemary Alvarez, I now have yet another relatively irrational concern to add to my laundry list of neuroses.
There is a happy ending here, though. Imagine the relief you must feel upon learning that the tumor the docs thought they saw on your MRI was actually just a worm burrowing through your brain, and at a farily steady pace. Phew! Grab the nearest bottle of Purell (check your shirt pocket, Donk Spotter) and make the jump for the video of this story, including footage of how this worm was discovered during surgery.
Jump!
Posted by cieron on 11/21 at 12:18 AM
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