I love this show, but I really need to stop watching it...

...because every time I do, I turn into a paranoid hypochondriac for at least a week.

Granted, many of the deaths result from outright stupidity on the victim's part (like the radical feminist who tried to use a high- voltage tazer as a vibrator, or the taxidermist who contracted rabies from eating a squirrel raw), but then there are the deaths that no one could have possibly seen coming.

The worst one I can remember is the one with the Vegas showgirl who was infected with flesh eating bacteria after cutting herself shaving. Granted, she was using an old, rusty razor, but then they aired another episode that featured a woman who contracted the exact same illness after cutting herself while trying to wax her bush.

I... wasn't the same after I saw that. I carried a bottle of hand sanitizer everywhere I went, I started freaking out over the tiniest of cuts, and I washed my hands 15+ times a day just to make sure that the same thing wouldn't happen to me.

And that's really just the tip of the iceberg. The other deaths I remember include a woman who died of a heart attack during a particularly distressing nightmare, a man whose heart gave out after laughing for 36 hours straight, a Congressman who died from a parasitic infection he got from sleeping with a hot Brazilian, and a gamer who developed clots in his leg veins after a long gaming marathon (which moved into his heart and lungs when he stood up). Yeah, good luck sleeping with the knowledge that things like sleep, laughter, sex and video games can kill you.

Anyone else feel the same way?

I like my sugar with coffee and cream