Thread: Death by shaving

I came across this while looking up Lord Carnavaron who died as a result of nicking a mosquito bite with his straight razor.

It's a quick read.

Three Bizarre Cases of Death by Shaving


http://www.mentalfloss.com/blogs/archives/38374

Edit: The link now points to the correct website. Copy and paste. Copy and paste just like Franks and Beans.

That link goes to a flickr pic of a razor?

Yep saw a razor. WAIT, is that the razor that killed them?

I guess he got an infection and that did him in. That was a common scenario in those days. Similar to the well known orchestra conductor back in the 1700s? who hit himself in the foot with this heavy staff they used to use to keep the beat and he died of infection.

There was a well know pipe collector in the 1990s who was angry because an elevator was taking too long to come down to the lobby where he was waiting. He kicked the door jamb of the elevator hard enough to tear his big toe up. He was diabetic and that may have exacerbated things but he died of an infection from the injury. You can't be too careful nowadays with the mersa and other anti biotic resistant strains of bugs.

Originally Posted by JimmyHAD

There was a well know pipe collector in the 1990s who was angry because an elevator was taking too long to come down to the lobby where he was waiting. He kicked the door jamb of the elevator hard enough to tear his big toe up. He was diabetic and that may have exacerbated things but he died of an infection from the injury. You can't be too careful nowadays with the mersa and other anti biotic resistant strains of bugs.

I'm glad you mentioned the "and other antibiotic resistant strains", as I got one of those little sub-demons after back surgery. MRSA, The Official Version isn't the only dangerous infection (the hospitals and docs are very quick to say "oh, we tested and it isn't MRSA"), and the wannabe's are almost as life-threatening.Took six messy months to finally get over the round I had, with some serious concerns as it was "tunneling" up my spine.

Any infection these days bears close watching, especially during and after treatment. I grew up in the days of "aw, you sissy, just rub some dirt on it and walk it off", but there's cause for genuine concern now. Staph bacteria doesn't care how tough you think you are, or how long you've lived just fine without doctor visits.

I don't live in constant fear, I just don't want my headstone to read "Here lies Gaston, taken from his family by his own stubbornness".