tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31419460.post5430504379551096110..comments2024-03-25T19:07:00.917+00:00Comments on Arthur Pewty's maggot sandwich: Farewell to the Beast.Hughhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12188628589645074377noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31419460.post-44386368126639629972012-11-04T15:22:19.502+00:002012-11-04T15:22:19.502+00:00Spitting - ughh! I grew up when TB was still rampa...Spitting - ughh! I grew up when TB was still rampant and there were numerous mobile chest x-ray units around.<br /><br />My brother as a small child in the late 30's, fell over and grazed his knee - and the TB in the spit he had probably fallen on gave him TB of the bones - dozens of operations, acute disability and around 16 years in various TB sanatoriums followed.<br /><br />There was no treatment initially - except fresh air! The units were like long Nissan huts with doors left open all year round and one blanket each...<br /><br />When tetracycline, in little understood doses, started to be used, many of his fellow patients died of the treatments.<br /><br />My - selfish - view as a young child was annoyance that he had my sweet ration!Lesneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10139947264337493961noreply@blogger.com