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...heart of a patient on the operating table stops. The alert surgeon gives the patient an injection of adrenalin, or tickles the heart with a needle, or stimulates it with an electrical pacemaker (TIME, Dec. 19, 1932). Or if he is working in the cavity of the chest or abdomen he may massage the heart back into action...
...insistently requested be placed under general anesthesia order be fully unconscious. This, however, not granted for his own good as it was pre-arranged use only local anesthetic order avoid least possibility risking any lesion to lung. An incision about four to five inches long on left lower abdomen was made through which an L-shaped stone was removed from lower part left ureter in about 12 minutes. Thorough exploration of entire ureter upwards to kidney, downwards to urinary bladder and careful repair wound required altogether about 50 minutes.* One extraordinary thing about operation is that peritoneum not opened...
...reach any of these organs the surgeon must cut through the peritoneum, a closed sack within the hollow of the abdomen. The outside coat of the peritoneum resists germs, but its slippery, serous inner wall offers streptococci an ideal breeding place. The peritonitis which results is exceedingly hard to cure. A high percentage of peritonitis cases die, and many of the remainder suffer lifelong pain and debility from adhesions. Because of the difficulty of coping with this form of infection all surgeons cock hopeful ears toward any serious colleague who promises them a preventive of peritonitis...
...solemn procession moved up the aisle toward the candle-decked altar. When Archbishop Leon Tourian, tall, grey-bearded primate of his Church in America, drew abreast of them, the men did what they had come for. A double-edged butcher knife flashed once, vanished in the Archbishop's abdomen. (TIME...
...dance last week was a sorry affair. The Salome was big Goeta Ljungberg who created some illusion so long as she stayed in her blood-red wrapper. When she started nervously shedding veils, feebly wriggling her abdomen, the audience was as uncomfortable as she. But she got her reward. Into the cistern went the executioner. For a minute only the double-basses were heard, shuddering as if they could see the head fall, the blood gush. Then the executioner's black arm ap peared holding the platter and what seemed to be a wad of cheesecloth...