I just finished reading an article about itching (job-related. No, really.). It's in the June 30, 2008 issue of The New Yorker. I'm going to wreck the best (read: most soul-murderingly horrifying) part here, but the rest is really interesting, esp. if you're one of them sciencey types. Phantom limbs, cognition, and rare skin disorders, oh my!
Something about that little tidbit just screamed "CHUD" at me. ::shrugs::
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Originally Posted by The New Yorker
One morning, after she was awakened by her bedside alarm, she sat up and, she recalled, “this fluid came down my face, this greenish liquid.” She pressed a square of gauze to her head and went to see her doctor again. M. showed the doctor the fluid on the dressing. The doctor looked closely at the wound. She shined a light on it and in M.’s eyes. Then she walked out of the room and called an ambulance. Only in the Emergency Department at Massachusetts General Hospital, after the doctors started swarming, and one told her she needed surgery now, did M. learn what had happened. She had scratched through her skull during the night—and all the way into her brain.
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