Предмет: Биология, автор: Gbhgghbn

Дайте розгорнуту відповідь: Які отруйні гриби ви знаєте? Яка перша допомога при отруєнні грибами?

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Автор ответа: irenamykytchuk
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Ответ:

1. Отруйні гриби.

Галерина оторочкувата

Дощовик несправжній

Ентолома весняна

Ентолома жовтувато-сиза отруйна

Ентолома сіра отруйна

Ентолома смердюча

Іноцибе волокнистий

Іноцибе звичайний

Іноцибе коричневий

Іноцибе Патуйяра

Іноцибе піщаний

Клітоцибе восковий

Клітоцибе знебарвлений

Клітоцибе оранжево-червоний

Клітоцибе червонуватий отруйний

Лепіота коричнево-червонувата

Лепіота отруйна

Міцена чиста

Мухомор білий смердючий

Мухомор зелений

Мухомор пантерний

Мухомор пурпуровий

Мухомор червоний

Опеньок несправжній

Павутинник оранжево-червоний отруйний

Печериця рудіюча отруйна

Печериця темно-луската отруйна

Рядовка тигриста отруйна

Свинуха тонка

Склеродерма золотиста

2. Допомога

Промити шлунок простою водою чи прийміть сорбенти (найменша ефективна доза активованого вугілля - 0,5 г/кг маси тіла). До приїзду невідкладної допомоги дотримуйтесь постільного режиму і пийте багато рідини - води, підсоленої води або прохолодного чаю.

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