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The Doctor is 
"A
little bit of knowledge is a dangerous thing"
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~ Disclaimer ~
I'm not a medical doctor, I just play one on PanHistoria.
Column for amusement purposes only. Do not try this at home. Void where
prohibited.
Q.
Dear Inkie,
How would an Egyptian help combat heart attacks? -- Estarfigam the Memphite
A. Inkie would take a bifocal, or maybe trifocal, approach to this serious and
abiding question.
The heart is a rather tough and contrary organ located under and slightly to the
left of the sternum of the suspect at hand, and Inkie notes that a good
arrowhead can put that sucker into satisfactory spasms. However such a solution
remains ultimately messy, and the red fluid that may appear is as bad as grape
juice for stain removal. On the other pyramid, Inkie notes that cleanliness is
next to obnoxiousness, so if the gentle enquirer seeks to combat heart attacks
in hand-to-hand, or hand-to-heart, combat, he's your second. Unless he safely
disappears, but that occurrence is beyond the scope of this article.
The heart, or so Inkie has come to understand, is also the vehicle of romance
and love. Unfortunately, all the hearts that your kindly physician has come to
observe look like just so much meat, pumped through with blood. Inkie wonders
why the heart has become the seat of conscienceness for love; in ancient Egypt
our mental acuity was housed in our stomachs or something. Or, maybe indeed it
was our hearts.
Ah, but to protect our own hearts, from the slings and spittles of everyday
fate! Inkie recommends contemplating one's own navel (if you don't like yours,
Inkie is happy to have you contemplate HIS, complete with personal belly-button
lint.) Don't let anything in life bother you, or if you must, don't let anyone
else know whatsoever.
As the song goes, "What's love got to do with it?" Dr. Neferbath the
Physician knows that the Beat goes On, heartache, heartbeat, heartlife. Eh, the
kindly doctor wants to hug someone some day. Perhaps it will be some other day.
Dr. Inkompotep Neferbath is a physician living in the soft sandy underbelly of Ancient Egypt, performing root canals and eye extractions with abandon, and boiling books to extract their wisdom.
Please leave him your medical questions to be answered with his personally pungent expertise in the next issue of The PanHistorian.
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