The earliest documented case of resuscitation by rectally applied tobacco smoke took place in 1746 when a seemingly drowned woman was treated by her husband. On the advice of a passing sailor, the woman’s husband inserted the stem of the sailor’s pipe into her rectum, covered the bowl with a piece of perforated paper, and “blew hard”. In the 1780s the Royal Humane Society installed resuscitation kits, including smoke enemas, at various points along the River Thames and by the turn of the 19th century, tobacco smoke enemas had become an established practice in Western medicine, considered to be as important as artificial respiration.
One day, in the far future, I have high hope that time travel will become possible. When that day comes about I’m quite sure a lively debate will take place among scientists, religious leaders and historians with regard to exactly where and when, in time, the first time traveler should voyage. I have no doubt that there will be no lack of suggestions. Some will opt for great moments in military history. Others will demand that the lives of the founders of the World’s Great Religions be observed and investigated. No doubt still others will seek the answers to such questions as “What really caused the demise of the dinosaurs and the Cretaceous-Paleogene extinction event?”
None of these questions interests me in the least. Quite frankly military history and religious stories bore me to tears, and dinosaurs….? I have four grandchildren. Trust me, dinosaurs interest them far more than they do me.
Oh no. If it were up to me, without hesitation, I would vote for a trip to the waterside in the year 1746.
The look on Julius Caesar’s face as he entered Rome triumphantly…
or, the reaction of the crowd when Jesus sawed a woman in half and joined her back together again…
Interest me not in the least.
But, I would give just about anything to be there, on the spot, when a distraught man, holding his drowned and lifeless wife in his arms, was advised by a sailor to…. “Here, take my pipe, shove it up her ass and BLOW as hard as you can.”
You can call me crazy if you like, but, in my opinion, “I came, I saw, I conquered” and “Let he who hath not sinned cast the first stone” got nothing on “Here, take my pipe…
Kiss, kiss
Mrs. N.
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