Worse than a Mouse Head

Dead animals (or animal pieces, as the case may be) don't exactly fill me with the warm fuzzies, but you know what really makes me ill? Medical shows. I had a friend in high school who would watch those surgery shows for hours. She found it fascinating. I found it nauseating.

So imagine my excitement yesterday when I went to the dentist and the TV in my room was tuned to Dr. Oz (and is it just me, or does he look like a Vulcan?). I appreciate my dentist's attempts to be all modern and accommodating to those who are prisoners in his chairs, but I really felt like a prisoner as I averted my eyes and tried very hard not to listen to a segment on parasites. Tried not to listen to the lady who described foaming at the mouth and seizing due to the parasite in her brain. DEFINITELY didn't look when they were showing computer imaging of where in your body the parasites go. Tried to ignore the biologist explaining with unnecessary glee how you could contract a parasite from tiny eggs on the lettuce leaves in your salad at a sidewalk cafe.

Seriously. WHY WOULD YOU WATCH THIS? Wouldn't watching a show all about medical problems just make you a paranoid wreck of a hypochondriac?

Obviously, I failed to block it out completely. I think it will haunt me forever.