Yep, you read the title correctly, EATING SLUGS PROMOTED.
John and I watched my episode of 72 Hours again last night after our hot tub session. We snuggled up on the couch and acted like it was the first time seeing it while my legs twitched this way and that. Gotta love spasms. That is the fourth time we’ve watched it at this point: Once for the party on the 19th, twice the next day, and once last night.
Is it that they switched the order of events around to make Mike a decent dude instead of the…well….
No…not even that.
The thing that chewed at me, and happened to be one of the first thoughts I had today when I woke up:
I ate a slug in Fiji. You know this. It nearly killed me, and if I wasn’t in the shape I was in when I contracted it, I would be dead.
Death is damn final.
Lighthearted Entertainment has known this since I was barely conscious and fighting for my life in the hospital in NOVEMBER 2012 from eating slugs in Fiji while filming 72 Hours!!!
I spoke with them twice on the phone…weeks apart. This is after they emailed me to find out if everything worked out OK for me after the race. I TOLD THEM IT DIDN’T! On top of that, I emailed them a link to THIS blog in an application for next season…saying that even having learned to walk twice, I’d still be strong enough to make it 72 Hours with whomever. What an intense back story that would be on the show!
I emailed this on June 14th when asked how I was doing by their “representative”:
Well…I’m alive. My 6 month anniversary from being out of the hospital is in 5 days. I’m still not running more than 3 miles. I ran two the other day and my shins are swollen. I have to use suppositories to shit. The nerve pain…well…I don’t really have words for that. I’m glad it’s warmer now. I’m super sensitive to cold temperatures at this point. I had to learn how to put my socks back on…it took me a month of being the youngest person in the nursing home with 3 physical therapy sessions a day to learn to walk again. 3 1/2 weeks to get my socks on by myself. The neurologist didn’t think I’d walk again…but I’m defying their odds. I’m still on Gabapentin for the nerve damage but I got off Oxycodone towards the end of April. I’m going to start tapering from Gabapentin in the beginning of July. I’m a far cry from the woman who scoffed at NSAIDs all my life. When I left the hospital in January, I was on a walker, able to stand only 15 minutes. From what I’ve read, this could go on quite a long time.
ABSOLUTELY. FUCKING. NOTHING.
It’s August 7th, by the way. Still not a single word.
That’s the same thing she said when I told her about the situation initially in November. Nothing.
Does that infuriate you?
Now the thing that tops the cake…
Skullcrusher, the awesome, crazy military survivalist from green team also ate a slug in Fiji. He did NOT get sick. You may have seen the commercials and trailers where they tried to use his slug consumption to boost ratings on TNT.
I feel like the situation may have something in common with this:
Johnny dies from eating something he bought from the store. It was imported from China and was contaminated. It’s still sitting on the grocery store shelves. Instead of letting others be aware of the inherent danger you promote Johnny’s brother, who also ate said thing, but didn’t die or even get sick.
Ummm…but the product’s still on the shelf, and people still think it is OK to consume!
Huh. Wouldn’t that make you think it is OK? Don’t “they” caveat all stupid things with “Kids, don’t try this at home.”
Eating slugs raw can kill you!
I went from this