Finally, our new trocar arrived! I felt like a Bushido Warrior with a newly-formed blade. It is so shiny and sharp. Mmmmm, wicked!
It does present a problem though; I must use it carefully, or leaks will occur.
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There are 2 phrases in common use today,because of the funeral business.
Most people think the term “saved by the bell” refers to boxing. It actually originated from the fear of being buried alive.
There is evidence from exhumed graves (see Museo de las Momias) that people may have been buried prematurely. This fear of mis-diagnosis led to the Safety Coffin. Should a deceased person regain consciousness whilst 6 feet under, there was a rope in the coffin that led to a bell (via a pipe to the surface) to be rung.
Phrase 2 was introduced into the English language as a result of this.
What good was it to wake up after your prematue burial and ring the f**k out of the bell if no-one were around to hear it? Someone was paid to do the ‘graveyard shift’ and listen for dead people ringing their bells.
To this day, I still have a fear of hearing Anita Ward’s 1979 hit “Ring My Bell”.
They were also there to guard against the exhumation of bodies for ‘medical’ purposes.
Exhumations aren’t all tea and biscuits!
I’ve done a few exhumations in my time. This last one was the most difficult.
Emotionally, it means little to me to be in terms of being in a hole that could collapse at any time and bringing the pieces of the deceased to the surface.
Physically, it was tough this time. The ground was mostly clay and well soaked. The deceased was half embalmed, in a clay environment, in an MDF coffin.
I pulled a muscle just lifting my foot out of the mire. The vacuum in clay is serious.
