It's like a party on my head...


Gross, gross, gross: it's the India souvenir I didn't want.

After my morning run and breakfast today, I realized that I've been scratching my head since I woke up. I told myself that this was because it is slightly less humid in Toronto than in Kolkata, and that therefore my scalp has been unusually dry and dandruffy. Ahhh, but in my heart of hearts, I knew I was wrong. I saw some pretty gross stuff in in India, but I still almost gagged when the big piece of dandruff I pulled off my scalp jumped into the sink and crawled away. Oh yes, indeedy: Lisa the Knitter has headlice.

Just think of them as extra travel companions.

My friend Jason the DJ told me that when I was in Gangtok and thought I had lice, though that time it ended up being a false alarm. But yes, I will be optimistic, because of all the nasty things that I could have brought back from Kolkata (scabies, tapeworms, TB, malaria, leprosy...), headlice is my first choice. And while we're on that topic, I think I would even choose malaria before the tapeworm, because that sounds nAAS-tee.

Well I just covered my head in lice poison, and am enjoying the thought of those little fuckers dying. Now I have to wash all my clothes again, though, and that sucks.

current song: Haunted by Poe.

Posted: Tue - July 19, 2005 at 10:58 AM        

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