That sounds yummy. . .

So, at the chiropractor yesterday, he told me that I have parasites, and read off a list of truly horrid sounding possiblilities, mostly ending in worm. I said, "That sounds yummy." Which he laughed at. He's supposed to check next week and see whether anything diet-wise needs done to get rid of them. I always pictured my headaches as more of a gerbil wearing cleats as opposed to tiny wiggly things, but whatever works - just get it all out of my head!