...somehow.

Overcoming endless taunts from ornery Brits, lazer keychains, golf ball attacks, flabby flashers, would-be saboteurs and a Paul McCartney-fueled fist-fight, Blaine managed to survive his 44 day stay in a box near London Bridge.

In those last few days, the magician's accumulating aliments prevented him from standing. After his final day in the box (Sunday), he was quickly rushed to a hospital where he remains in stable condition. According to an AP report, he dropped 50 pounds. It could be several days before he can begin eating solid foods.

A few days back, Blaine's website posted a series of his ailments, in his own words. If you're planning to vacation in a clear plastic box, you may want to go camping instead. Here's an excerpt:

"My heart is beating really fast, then slows down and stops- it's irregular.

My mouth is always dry which reminds me to drink which is good, and it tastes like sulphur- which almost tastes like s***. For the first days it tasted sweet, 'cos my body was breaking down sugars glucose.

When I stand up everything goes black and sometimes my hearing goes out.

When I concentrate on something too much it hurts in my head.

The taste in my mouth- the water is often disgusting to drink.

I've only taken a 'number two' once, so my body is holding it in and that hurts. Often I wish I was free.

And the last one is that I always want to vomit 'cause my body is so acidic- and that is why I burp a lot. "

Imagine the smell of that box. I wonder if it's worse than the now infamous House of Filth (with pic!).