A highly amusing quote from some ponyfic I was reading recently, cleverpun's The Elements of Excess:
And then, it occurred to her.
OK, so it's not quite dynamite, but rather blasting gelatin, a mixture of gun cotton, nitroglycerine and a few other choice ingredients. The case was reported in a Russian-language medical journal, Русский врач; six weeks later the New York Medical Journal reported that the miner's wife had not, in fact, exploded:
In view of the fact that explosive gelatin [...] gives off a quantity of nitrous acid vapors while decomposing, the stomach was washed with a solution of sodium bicarbonate, and a number of bubbles of gas escaped. A dose of castor oil was poured into the stomach tube, the patient was given a subcutaneous injection of caffeine, sodium benzoate, and ergotine, and coffee internally. The patient had a copious evacuation and quickly recovered.
The symptoms, therefore, were those of poisoning with nitroglycerin, amyl nitrite, etc. The dose of nitroglycerin taken by this patient was two ounces, or six thousand times the therapeutic dose.
So all's well that ends well — but you really have to wonder. Who in their right mind confuses blasting gelatin with candy, and to the point of eating and swallowing an entire cartridge at that? Perhaps the whole episode says something about the quality of early-20th century Russian candy if gun cotton and nitroglycerine compare favorably to it. Or perhaps the Russians were just that good at making sweet-tasting explosives. Cherry bombs, anyone? :P
Also, if you do ingest delicious dynamite, make sure to not light your farts, or you might give a whole new meaning to explosive diarrhea!