erhaps this story won't match other great "gross" stories (local
mongrels parading behind an unnamed brother as he deposits yesterday's
lunch in the streets of Chang Mai), but it seemed worthy in the heat
of the moment.
Toilets on the Moscow-Tashkent train are so foul-smelling that it's
not difficult to "hold it all in" for the duration of the three day
trip. Not surprisingly, once we settled into our hotel room we both
felt the urge to relieve ourselves. After Jill left the toilet
smelling like roses, I (Dave) quickly moved onto the vacated seat and
deposited 3+ days of well-processed food into the basin. At this
point it should be mentioned that this toilet, like many here, have a
broad, dry, dinner-plate area with a smaller, sunken water-filled hole
near the front. Among other things, this design allows for maximum
ease of inspection.
Surprisingly, I didn't just find the expected "healthy-as-a-horse"
bowel movement, but to the side and underneath my "offering" was a
long, rope-like object. "Jill, come here!" I shouted, hoping
fervently that it was merely an as-yet-unknown article of feminine
hygiene. Alas, no such luck. As we both peered into the toilet we
realized that this was an N-U-S . . . nematode of unusual size. Yes,
I had just given birth to a foot-long worm. Fortunately it was
stillborn and so we were spared the wriggling and squirming, but the
facts were irrefutable, as we could clearly see its coil marks
embedded into the side of the log.
For the next day or two, we both had the strange sensation that worms
were wriggling in our intestines and even thought that we could feel
them sticking their heads out for a little "look-see". These
sensations prompted us to seek timely medical attention, regardless of
the embarrassment.
Last month we described the scene in a foreign pharmacy when trying to
describe constipation. Now imagine the same scenario as we tried to
(and were successful in) explaining that one of us had 12-inch worms
and needed de-worming medicine. These folks were as surprised as us!
erhaps this story won't match other great "gross" stories (local
mongrels parading behind an unnamed brother as he deposits yesterday's
lunch in the streets of Chang Mai), but it seemed worthy in the heat
of the moment.
Toilets on the Moscow-Tashkent train are so foul-smelling that it's
not difficult to "hold it all in" for the duration of the three day
trip. Not surprisingly, once we settled into our hotel room we both
felt the urge to relieve ourselves. After Jill left the toilet
smelling like roses, I (Dave) quickly moved onto the vacated seat and
deposited 3+ days of well-processed food into the basin. At this
point it should be mentioned that this toilet, like many here, have a
broad, dry, dinner-plate area with a smaller, sunken water-filled hole
near the front. Among other things, this design allows for maximum
ease of inspection.
Surprisingly, I didn't just find the expected "healthy-as-a-horse"
bowel movement, but to the side and underneath my "offering" was a
long, rope-like object. "Jill, come here!" I shouted, hoping
fervently that it was merely an as-yet-unknown article of feminine
hygiene. Alas, no such luck. As we both peered into the toilet we
realized that this was an N-U-S . . . nematode of unusual size. Yes,
I had just given birth to a foot-long worm. Fortunately it was
stillborn and so we were spared the wriggling and squirming, but the
facts were irrefutable, as we could clearly see its coil marks
embedded into the side of the log.
For the next day or two, we both had the strange sensation that worms
were wriggling in our intestines and even thought that we could feel
them sticking their heads out for a little "look-see". These
sensations prompted us to seek timely medical attention, regardless of
the embarrassment.
Last month we described the scene in a foreign pharmacy when trying to
describe constipation. Now imagine the same scenario as we tried to
(and were successful in) explaining that one of us had 12-inch worms
and needed de-worming medicine. These folks were as surprised as us!
