Assuming the person being mummified was still alive (which most historians believe is something that only happened in movies) I would think the damage caused to the brain by those hooks would probably interrupt or completely negate it's ability to function normally. The "victim" might feel something initially, but once those tissues start getting scrambled who knows? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't volunteer to find out.Looking back, I have wondered if that's what it would have felt like to be mummified - part of the process there being the removal of the brain through the nose with long hooks (and then it was just thrown away, as the Ancient Egyptians believed the mind, along with the soul, to be located in the heart).
The "experts" say that the materials used in modern implants (i.e., within the last eight to ten years) greatly reduce the chances of those implants being detected by the average metal detectors used in airports and such, but those same experts still allow for the possibility (as evidenced by 3fingers' post) and say it really depends on the equipment used in such facilities, most of which are not designed to scan deeper than skin level. I think, because of the prevalence of such implants, most airports now have x-ray equipment that can scan deeper (behind closed doors) and all but eliminate the need for strip searches.I slept through my hip replacement...Something that I thought of later, would the screws set off the alarm systems at an airport walk through scanner? It's why I have retained a copy of the x-ray on my phone, so that I can explain why the alarms a ringing. The thought of a strip search spooks me.
Yes it will set off the metal detector. We recently flew and I had to stand in a glass scanner booth to prove that I had it. I have the certificate from the surgeon, but they weren't interested in seeing it.
Unfortunately, those documents can be falsified and/or counterfeited by those people in the world who are determined to make trouble. As such, the TSA agents feel more confident that you aren't one of those people if they can see the medical implants themselves by using whichever "scanners" are available to them. It's an inconvenience, but in my experience if you simply cooperate with them (as I'm sure you both did) the process usually goes smoother and faster.TSA never seems to care about documentation. I've been poked in the port (chemo port when I still had it) and made to take off my sleeve (which is like a thin sock over my arm). I carried/ carry documentation. I bet that could be faked, but I am not the only woman who flies with a sleeve.
Now when TSA asks if it hurts I say yes, because if I don't, it will hurt when they are done with me.
I've never thought to ask, but I'd bet the people who run the one surviving movie theater in my home town share your displeasure at hearing this comment. The Wardman theater (now Starlight Whittier Village Cinemas ) is a "neighborhood" theater that opened in June of 1932 (a little younger than the Strand) on what was once Whittier's main street. It now shares the street(s) with a number of small niche restaurants, coffee shops, a cigar lounge, clothing stores...you get the idea...so parking can be hard to come by during "peak" hours and I'm sure the theater staff hear all about it.
I work downtown and parking is at a premium. I hate that I have to pay for parking! But then again, I grew up in a very small town (less than 1600 people) and we didn't even have parking meters.
Woo hoo!When the ex STILL hasn't picked up his old Mustang car parts more than a year after the divorce was final. I'm thinking I need to sell them and get some cash!
Woo hoo!
What parts? I thought you took them when you left/ran off.
Sorry for the confusion. You are the one saying "What parts?"No, he was the one that ran off. I stayed in the house. He cheated, so he got the boot!
I'm thinking it's probably met the criteria for abandoned property at this point.
It can be something of a hot potato commenting on the relationship of others, so I hope I'm not infringing in any way.When the ex STILL hasn't picked up his old Mustang car parts more than a year after the divorce was final. I'm thinking I need to sell them and get some cash!
No, he was the one that ran off. I stayed in the house. He cheated, so he got the boot!
I'm thinking it's probably met the criteria for abandoned property at this point.
what's the pro on wearing a wirstwatch "on" your handankle, instead of behind?
First, if by "handankle" you mean "wrist", that is the best translation into English I have come across since "beef" was translated as "cow meat" on a Portuguese warship I served on!
My mother solved the problem of abandoned property with a well-placed sledgehammer, which sent a nice message to the ex. But those were different times, plus the police were scared of her already....
Meanwhile, I'm really irritated and antagonized by the current trend of wholesale distributors transitioning to automated ordering modalities designed for large supermarket-type orders and also designed to discourage small infrequent mom-and-pop-type orders. If you wonder why your favorite products are disappearing from the shelves of your neighborhood market, c-store, bodega, or -- yes -- independent movie theatre, this is why. There's a deliberate effort underfoot to get rid of those small-time accounts and focus product distribution on mass chain-oriented retailers. Why mess with a bunch of little gherkins when you can make more money servicing the big dill?