Usually we incinerate them." "Well, what did you do with this particular arm? With my arm?" They looked at their records and said, "You know, it's funny. We didn't incinerate it. We sent it to pathology." The man called the pathology lab. "Where is my arm?" he asked again. They said, "Well, we had too many arms, so we just buried it in the garden, out behind the hospital." They took him to the garden and showed him where the arm was buried. When he exhumed it, he found it was crawling with maggots and exclaimed, "Well, maybe that's why I'm feeling these bizarre sensations in my arm." So he took the limb and incinerated it. And from that day on, his phantom pain
Usually we incinerate them." "Well, what did you do with this particular arm? With my arm?" They looked at their records and said, "You know, it's funny. We didn't incinerate it. We sent it to pathology." The man called the pathology lab. "Where is my arm?" he asked again. They said, "Well, we had too many arms, so we just buried it in the garden, out behind the hospital." They took him to the garden and showed him where the arm was buried. When he exhumed it, he found it was crawling with maggots and exclaimed, "Well, maybe that's why I'm feeling these bizarre sensations in my arm." So he took the limb and incinerated it. And from that day on, his phantom pain