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Sunday, July 22, 2007

Love and Rickets

This contradicts my last post but I don't care.

On Comcast news I saw a video of a guy who had five bot fly larvae living underneath his scalp.

I'll let that sink in.

Yep, pretty gross.

Now, this guy who had caccoon sized bumps on his head went to a doctor and the doctor thought that maybe it was rickets (he was an expert). Are you hearing me here? Guy has bugs in his head/ doctor WHO IS AN EXPERT thinks it might be rickets.

But, you say, who the hell would guess bot fly larvae? Well, the guy had, the week before, been on a biking trip through the rain forest in Bolivia. Look, I'm no expert, but if the guy takes a bike ride through the rain forest of Bolivia and comes back with a bump on his head the size of a plum, I think I could diagnose.

Rickets. Expert. I don't know for sure, but I'm guessing an HMO was involved. Perhaps Kaiser.

2 Comments:

Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

I think the lesson here is clear: When biking through Bolivia, wear a damn hat!

(But, thanks for the gross-out.)

10:20 AM  
MM said...

And earplugs.

10:43 AM  

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