How would humans die without salt?

[Orrex]

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_would_humans_die_with_out_salt

[MilesColtrane]

1. Severe hyponatremia in acute or chronic form may cause osmotic shift...

...of water from the plasma into the brain cells. Typical symptoms include nausea, vomiting, headache and malaise. As the hyponatremia worsens, confusion, diminished reflexes, convulsions, stupor or coma may occur.

Now I'll take 'Potent Potables 'for $400, Alex.

[Orrex]

2. Nice post, M-113 creature.

[MilesColtrane]

3. Lick it.

[Swede]

4. When we were kids we used to lick the salt licks in my uncles shed.

They were red,blue and white blocks. They were for cattle and the colors were for different ingredients he wanted his cows to have. Hey,we were kids.

[Orrex]

5. The white blocks were actually urinal pucks

[Schema Thing]

6. If you had a rack like that, which would you prefer to lick

something salty, or something sweet? Or an odd combination of both?

[LeftishBrit]

7. Reminds me of the old song about the stingy farmer, and the farmhand who escaped just in time

Come all you romantic young fellows
Thinking to work on a farm
Listen a while to me story
It may serve to keep you from harm.

When I was a dashing young fellow,
Me age it was just seventeen,
I hired meself to a farmer
At a Horse Fair in Ballinascreen.

His farm was way up the mountains
There amidst heather and bog
The stock I had to look after
A donkey, a goat and a dog.

The master, meself and his mother
We lived in a tumbledown shack.
She wasn't a day under ninety
And her bones were beginning to crack.

She sat in a chair by the fire
And never would go to her bed
And when I arose every morning
She'd be sitting there nodding her head!

The master turned out an old miser
His heart was as hard as a stone
He worked me from dawn till dark
In a month I was just skin and bone.

For we never ate nothing but porridge.
He said it would make me a man.
It very near made me a dead one
We sucked it straight out of the pan.

We'd two old hens and a rooster.
One day they all died of the croup
So he plucked them, boiled them and salted them
And fed us all week on the soup!

Misfortunes they rarely comes single
For then the old nanny goat died
So he skinned it, he boiled it and salted it
And made himself shoes from the hide

He was the most frugal of farmers
But me I was going insane.
Poor Fido he died of distemper.
I was sent for the salt once again.

When I saw what happened to Fido,
Not a wink could I sleep all that night.
Up with the lark in the morning,
I got the most terrible fright!

His poor mother was laid by the fire
When I made for the door he cried "Halt"
"Where are ye going so early?
Come back here and fetch me the salt!"


I didn't stop running for a fortnight
And I've never been since at a fair!