Word: frostbitten
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...late as the 1950s some doctors and first-aid manuals were recommending massage of a frostbitten limb with snow or ice, a treatment that traces back to Baron Larrey, Napoleon's chief surgeon on the Grand Army's disastrous retreat from Moscow during the bitter winter of 1812-13. Larrey believed such therapy reduced the likelihood of infection. But the experience of American doctors during the Korean War and more recently in Alaska has shown that the best treatment for frostbite is not more cold but rapid warming...
...Army on cold-weather injuries, is a pioneer of the new therapy. Writing in Emergency Medicine, he describes a typical course of treatment. If the victim is still out in the field several hours away from professional help, says Mills, rescuers should quickly attempt to thaw the frostbitten part; one method is to tuck a frozen hand, say, under the rescuer's armpit. The temperature, in any case, should be about 100° F.; anything much higher than body temperature can cause further harm, as can refreezing. To protect the fragile tissue, it should be wrapped in clean padding...
...world's ills. Although problems like famine and overpopulation have been licked too, the world is a pretty chilly place. It is governed by such conglomerates as Energy (located in Houston), Housing and Luxury. Sex is a sorry, mechanical business. The women of the future look like frostbitten fashion models. This may be because they are androids, vessels of mechanical pleasure. If the women are jokes, the men all look either like jocks or mush-faced stereotypes of menacingly avuncular corporate execs...
...very high up on any list of incompetent con men. It takes some of Oscar's and Nicky's own talent for self-destructiveness to bungle a story about their mismanaged capers, and Mike Nichols has spared no effort to this end. The Fortune is a bleak, frostbitten farce, desperate for invention and rather a sham...
What will you remember about your senior year at Harvard? The gloom of December when the war got worse, when draft calls increased, when your thesis tumbled from your frostbitten fingers like a heavy stone, and the future looked as dead as the icy eyes on a frozen pigeon which lay in the trash, claws outstretched, stiff, scratching the clouds--too cold to even interest the maggots...