Frenzal Rhomb Frontman Recounts That Time They Found A Pig Tapeworm In His Brain


File under: disgusting.

Sydney’s Frenzal Rhomb has revealed the

“sudden and unexpected illnesswhich forced the band out of their scheduled four date tour with the Descendants earlier this month. Posting one very good reason to miss a tour on the band’s official Facebook page, frontman Jay Whalley describes how the egg from a pig tapeworm he contracted somewhere in South America was lodged in his brain for four years, a fact he was completely unaware of until the tapeworm died and caused an inflammatory response in his body which resulted in two seizures, hospitalisation and an emergency brain surgery. The good news? Initially they thought it was a brain tumour, which, well, tell ’em Arnie.  

Read Jay’s full account of the story below. As he rightly points out, it’s a doozy.



Hey, Jay here, this is my first post on the FR FB…rest assured, it’s a doozy.

So here’s what happened.

On the 25th of Jan I was loading a bass cabinet into my car at the Pet
Food Factory for a Chinese Burns Unit gig that night, when I started to
lose vision and feel pretty strange. I thought I probably shouldn’t
drive right now so I went inside and tried to buy a water. I was looking
at the coins in my hand and realised I
had no idea what they were or what they were for. Luckily my friend
Davis from Front End Loader was there and after a brief moment of
thinking I was on drugs, ushered me down a corridor where I proceeded to
have the first of two seizures. This has never happened before and I’m
so grateful Davis was there with a cool head to see me through it and
call an ambulance.

The next thing I remember was waking up in
hospital with an incredibly painful back and neck and my family all
around trying to smile through stressed expressions. I also have a vague
memory of Lindsay McDougall by my bed laughing at how he’d seen me in
the nude.

The actual doctor came and told me I’d had two seizures,
that they’d scanned my brain and found a small tumour about 1cm in
diametre, the nature of which, we wouldn’t know until they operated,
removed it and sent it for biopsy. Worst case would be a malignant
melanoma, the best would be a benign tumour or an infection of some
kind. I didn’t feel a lot of positivity from the neurosurgery team. The
earliest they were going to be able to do the op was Feb 14th.

What
followed was a grim three weeks waiting for the operation trying not to
think the worst. My beautiful wife, family and friends that knew were
amazing during this time, cooking food, looking after our three year
old, sending super positive messages/phone calls and generally trying to
lift me out of what I reckon was the bleakest time in my life. Gordy
Forman’s visit boosted my spirits regardless of his real motive to check
which of the pills I’d been prescribed he could use recreationally.
There were several.

Valentines Day Brain Surgery. Sounds like a
Ramones song. They gave me general anesthetic and cut a 10cm rectangle
at the back left of my skull, took out the offending alien and put the
skull piece back. It was over in about three hours.

Two hours later I was in intensive care when the head of the neuro team came in and said

“Good news, looks like it was some kind of infection “

Holy shit, the relief I felt was overwhelming, not just for me but for
my family as well. I felt like I could breathe for the first time in
three weeks.

No cancer! Or as Gordy put it “Happy Valentines Day you tumourless fuck.”

So what the hell was it? How did I get an infection in my brain?

I was tested for all sorts of things over a couple of days until
finally they got some results back from the lab. Here’s an approximation
of the conversation.

“Have you been to Central America in the last few years?” Asked the good doctor from the infectious diseases department.

“Sure”

“We think it could be a parasite”

” Again!? Is this somehow related to Pico the botfly larva I picked up in the same region?”

“No, this is specifically neurocysticercosis, basically the egg from a pig tapeworm”

“A what tapeworm?”

” A pig “

“A pig?!? I’m fucking vegetarian! How did I get the egg from a fucking pig worm in my brain?!?”

They then very calmly explained the life cycle of this thing, this is
my understanding of it but you can read more

here
if you’re interested.

So the tapeworm eggs live in pig flesh (most common in C America but
found in loads of other countries too), the pig is killed and the meat
undercooked and eaten by old mate.

Old mate grows a tapeworm in his intestine which eventually produces eggs.

Old mate goes to el baño, doesn’t wash his hands properly then busies himself cooking my vegetarian burrito. Gross.

Once in my stomach they never become tapeworms but they migrate into
the muscle, most of the time causing no problem and you’ll never know
it’s there, the only place you’ll have problems is if they make it to
your brain or eyes.

Once in the brain the body reacts by sealing it in a kind of cocoon or cyst where it quite happily lived for 4 fucking years!
It’s only when it dies that the body has some kind of inflammatory
response resulting in swelling which in turn lead to the seizures.

I’m out of hospital now finally after an extended stay due to picking
up two separate infections post operation, headaches, fevers and the
like.

If it wasn’t for the fear of death and the horrific pain,
I’ve actually been living close to my dream lifestyle, lying down
watching movies and bathing in opiates.

I don’t feel like I’ve
retained any deficits from the brain surgery but I guess only time will
tell. Perhaps the slice will be taken out of my golf swing. My friend
Clem thinks I will become racist.

Sorry about the Decendents
shows, I’m sure I was more bummed than anyone that was silly enough to
buy tix because we were on the bill. I heard it was great.

I’m
having a hard time putting into words the depth of gratitude I have for
the love I’ve felt from my amazing wife, my family, this band and my
friends. So that’ll have to do in this forum. I’ll get emo with you over
a beer real soon.

Now, let the jokes begin, if I may start
with a couple of ideas thrown around between myself and Gordy about what
my name should be on the next record:

Ham Solo.
Notorious P.I.G.
Jabe.
Jay Edgar Hoove-er
Porkwind
Oink182

You get the idea…

So back to ‘work’ on album no. 9 and see you at a show soon enough.

Love,

Shit For Brains.

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