A teenager in south Florida survived being shot in the head with a fishing spear.
Yasser Lopez, 16, was fishing with a friend when the weapon went off as the pair were loading equipment onto their boat.
The spear entered just above his right eye and penetrated through his brain to the back of his skull.
The teenager was airlifted to a Miami-area hospital where doctors spent three-hours removing the spear with the aid of a high-speed drill
The medical team revealed that Lopez had been awake and interacting with the emergency team when he arrived at the hospital, which indicated to the doctors that he could survive the ordeal as they planned the surgery.
Miraculously, no vital brain structures were damaged by the harpoon.
Following surgery he could communicate in short sentences with hospital staff but he had no recollection of the accident.
About me: Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Following surgery he could communicate in short sentences with hospital staff but he had no recollection of the accident.
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Clinton Huxley » 21 Jun 2012 » 14:10:36 GMT
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Sounds like an almost darwin award to me. Loaded speargun with safety off. Lets jog it about a bit while pointing it at my head. Win
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