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Historically, smelling salts have been used on people feeling faint, [3] [4] [5] or who have fainted. They are usually administered by others but may be self-administered. Smelling salts are often used on athletes who have been dazed or knocked unconscious to restore consciousness and mental alertness. [1]
The term "odour of sanctity" appears to have emerged in the Middle Ages, at a time when many saints were raised to that status by acclamation of the faithful. In the absence of carefully written records, either by or about the individual, evidence of a saintly life was attested to only by personal recollections of those around him or her.
Phantosmia (phantom smell), also called an olfactory hallucination or a phantom odor, [1] is smelling an odor that is not actually there. This is intrinsically suspicious as the formal evaluation and detection of relatively low levels of odour particles is itself a very tricky task in air epistemology.
Cats actually have a sense of smell up to ten or twenty times more potent than a person’s. She might even be able to smell the thousands of books from the old man’s home.
They will not touch someone who has died of natural causes, but if he has been stabbed to death or otherwise killed they eat him all up and consider it a great delicacy." Soldiers regularly drank the blood and ate the flesh of those they had killed, he added. [34] In 1305, Giovanni do Aleramici, the marquess of Montferrat in Italy, died.
The substances cadaverine and putrescine are produced during the decomposition of animal (including human) bodies, and both give off a foul odor. [4] They are toxic if massive doses are ingested ( acute oral toxicity of 2 g per kg of body weight of pure putrescine in rats, a larger dose for cadaverine); there are no effects at all for a tenth ...
The last image we have of Patrick Cagey is of his first moments as a free man. He has just walked out of a 30-day drug treatment center in Georgetown, Kentucky, dressed in gym clothes and carrying a Nike duffel bag. The moment reminds his father of Patrick’s graduation from college, and he takes a picture of his son with his cell phone.
I passed out, and should have frozen, but someone found me, saved me, and I woke up in the hospital and then spent a few days in the psychiatric wing. I learned about other people who always fantasized about suicide—we already said “suicidal ideation” back then—and I learned the crucial fact that they won’t release you until you learn ...