This is icky (medically) but cool:
A boy who almost had his head ripped from his body in a racing car accident has told Sky News he wants to get back behind the wheel.
The impact from the crash lifted 12-year-old Christopher Stewart's skull from the top of his spine - an injury which normally results in death.
Despite having trouble speaking, the young driver said he was "fine" and confirmed he wanted to get back on the racing track - but doubted his parents would let him.
Christopher suffered an internal decapitation during a 40mph smash on a track near Alton, Hampshire, in September.
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Surgeons re-attached his head to his spine with metal plates and bone grafts during a six-hour operation. His parents were warned he only had a 7% chance of survival.
But after 19 days in intensive care and four weeks wearing a neck collar, he was able to swim, walk and exercise, although speaking and eating remain difficult.
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Good lord. Internal decapitation... Huh.
So if you're gonna do microwave experiments, you should also place a glass of water inside to absorb the microwaves in case your experiment does not.
And the water can turn to steam and kickstart the cleaning process for you if it doesn't. If the microwave survives at all that is.
Yeesh. Like a compression fracture, in reverse. But the real question is, what is a preteen doing racing cars? If he can't get a driver's license, how is he getting on the NASCAR circuit (or whatever they have in Britain)??
They're some sort of mini-cars. Or big go-karts. Or something. The engines are 1000cc, which is the size used by a fairly big motorcycle.
Young kids can kart. Here, there. Anywhere.
With the safety measures in any kind of racing? The kids are more likely safer than in their parent's family car.
Anyone seen my motivation?
I have TJ's Nutella and a glass of nice red wine. It's better than motivation.
I think wanting to go back to racing post-internal decapitation indicates we've got a future Darwin Award winner on our hands.
If at any time a doctor should tell me "it's a miracle you survived!" my first instinct will not be to repeat the sequence of events to seeif there's a different outcome.
Nutella sounds yummy. That might be better than motivation.
Way better than motivation. And internal decapitation too.
Blessed be Trader Joe's.
Seriously, Nutella and wine. It's like Real-Life Midol. I don't think you need to have PMS for the comfort either, it's just really helping mine. It's just like puppies and ocean breezes and a massage. In your tummy and brain. The theory, not actually eating puppies.
