"Too much fancy water in a pirate’s grog be sendin' ye to Davy Jones quicker than a cannonball!"
2025-01-02
Arrr, matey! When ye drown yer crew in two or more barrels o’ crystal grog, and if ye be an old sea dog or a lad with a nasty wound, ye be more likely to meet Davy Jones sooner than ye think! Yarrr! <br> *Medscape Medical News*
Avast, ye landlubbers! Gather 'round as I spin ye a yarn from the treacherous seas of medical lore! Aye, it seems that when ye be pumpin' a hefty two liters or more of them crystal waters—what ye landfolk call crystalloids—into the wounded souls, ye might be sendin' 'em on a one-way voyage to Davy Jones’ locker!The scallywags in their fancy coats have found that the older ye be, and the more scallywag ye are—especially if yer a lad—the more likely ye be to meet yer maker when ye be injured. Aye, that’s right! If ye be sportin’ a severe injury, ye best be keepin’ a weather eye on the horizon, 'cause the odds don’t be in yer favor, matey!
So, ye fine folk of the ship’s crew, take heed of this here news from the Medscape Medical News! If ye find yerself in a ruckus and the doc be sayin’ “more water for the wound,” ye might want to holler, “Not so fast, cap’n!” Aye, for in the wild world o’ trauma, sometimes less be more, lest ye be makin’ that final plunge into the briny deep!