When
I was younger and involved in societal activities, I frequently had
to exercise restraint of my sphincter, lest I become a pariah. Now
that I'm old and living the life of a rural hermit, I couldn't care
less about my odoriferous emanations. Thankfully, I have a tolerant
spouse (who is not untalented in the same arena).
Depending
on one's culture, farts are regarded as normal as a hiccup, viewed as
a complementary comment on the culinary skills of the host, a
hilarious joke, or the offensive equivalent of a punch to the nose.
One man's fart can either be another man's complement or insult.
But
now from the UK comes results of a research program that demonstrated
that smelling farts can cure diseases! What? I'm not kidding. Well,
maybe it could be put more accurately that the droll Brits at the
University of Exeter conducted experiments that demonstrated inhaling
a dose of hydrogen sulfide is able to protect a cell's mitochondria.
These mitochondria not only supply the cell's energy, but are also
vulnerable to damage by diseases. The potential implication of their
study: smelling a fart can inhibit mitochondrial damage, boosting the
body's ability to resist disease. The deeper message: eat more beans
and cure cancer!
But
wait; let's be cautious about this so-called “wind”fall. Before
we get carried away, it should be noted that the Exeter U findings
did not mention disease cures, or even farts. The demure
scientists only reported that inhaling hydrogen sulfide was found to
be a protector of a cell's mitochondria. Once again, the popular
press seized upon the results to jump to wild conclusions about the
healing power of farts. But reality tells us that, as with the
advent of any major scientific discovery which seems to contradict
the accepted paradigm, further research is needed, in order to
solidify this surprising finding as a new law or proven theory.
Hmm,
further research. Maybe I can help. I think I'll contact the British
fart researchers, to volunteer my deft skill at generating copious
quantities of hydrogen sulfide. All they would have to pay me is my
flight costs over there, a modest hotel bill, and pick up my tab at
the local pub. I would love to visit Kew Gardens while there.
Who knows, I may even get my 15 minutes of fetid fame and become
known as the Fart Physician... though I really have gotten used to
Old Fart.
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