
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. How can such a handsome man get worms?
Well, I don’t know how I got them, but I can tell you that finding out that I had a living parasite/bacteria/thing inside me was the most disgusting moment of my life. It’s also changed my life forever.
Throughout my entire life, I’ve done a lot of Chanel No. 2 in the toilet. I’m talking like, five to 10 times a day. At first I thought this was normal, but I realised that I might be a bit high on the poo frequency scale when a former colleague gave me some unsolicited advice while we were in the office toilet.
He told me that I should see a doctor because my toilet routine sounded like a machine gun fight from a Schwarzenegger movie. I ignored this guy’s advice and continued going to the toilet like Sinatra suggested, My Way.
Late last year I was going about my business at home, but I was experiencing more discomfort than usual. I flushed the toilet, washed my hands and then caught some moving in the corner of my eye. Yeah, something moving, IN THE TOILET.
I went in for a close-up. It was horrible. It was a giant, deep-crimson worm. It was massive. It must have been 10cm long. It was writhing in the toilet bowl, like it was slow dancing to Sade’s Smooth Operator at your cousin’s wedding. I felt like I was going to be sick.
For some reason, I decided to call out to my wife: “Babe, come here. I have to show you something.”
When my wife entered the bathroom I was first greeted with a look of anger because she figured I was trying to intentionally gross her out. The anger quickly transformed into a flash of horror as she agreed that this was the most disgusting thing that we had ever seen.