#scarlot fever

[bronwynhillside]

There is a problem in Western Australia when an old disease appears because the medical staff don't recognise it.

A child died of Scarlot Fever. No one had seen it in the medical community in so long, that they did not recognise it. So it was not treated correctly. We immunise against it...it's part of the standard vaccinations.

A friend's mum died of tetanus. It was damn painful and all the hospital could do was a medical coma. They woke her on heavy painkillers just long enough to say goodbye. The damage is progressive and permanent. If you don't stop it early...well. it is so rare that they did not identify it.

Another friend got tetanus 30 years ago. He was complaining of how loud everything was...his mother in law frozen. She had been a nurse on the tetanus wards, where they wrapped cloth on wheels and shoes to not torment the patients. She got him to the hospital in time. But not before bones in his ears fused, permanently affecting his hearing and he had permanent stiffness elsewhere.

My mum remembers the children vanishing from class because of polio and how some never reappeared.

But sure. Don't be vaccinated...but don't come near new born babies as your slight cough or sniffle could be Whooping cough and babies are in danger until their vaccination at 2 months. And babies die of it. At least 3 a year in Australia. And we have had 25000+ known cases this year...

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“That he was lasted her ye virgin”)

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