Aruvqan, have you been tested for Polycistic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS)? I realize I’m not a doctor, but some of your symptoms sound like that. Hope that helps.
“Maggots. Why’d it have to be maggots?”
LOL I got dx with PCOS when I was under the [lap] knife for a tubal back in the early 80s. I was just fine with it for 7 or so years. I have even been dx type 2 diabetic longer than that. My gyn said that my PCOS was pretty well advanced and it probably hit me at puberty instead of wandering in a few years later.
And those people who suggest getting pregnant will solve the bleeding out and labor quality craps can kiss my ass, 2 pregnancies did jack squat for ‘solving’ the cramps issue.
I am seriously thankful that Bob [the tumor on my left ovary] allowed me to get an hysterectomy. Other than an adhesion that showed up post op, I have been freaking thrilled to be out of the torment of hormone induced torment. I just wish Bob had showed up 20 years earlier.
The patient seemed surprisingly positive…I hope it worked well enough that she could keep her foot.
The sidebar videos, on the other hand…I ended up in that part of YouTube. You can’t look away…
I always had the maxim that maggots only eat dead tissue in my brain, until moving to Trinidad where an open wound quickly becomes infected with flesh eating maggots, they spread through the body under the skin. I’ve only ever seen infected dogs but it is not pretty, especially if the animal has a open sore in a hard to see spot. Prepare to spent hours tweezing out maggot after maggot, pray you caught it before it spreads and give the meds and apply insecticide powder and dressing to the wound.
The second pic on wiki is what it looks like:
In the sixties I read in one of my father’s magazines (True or Argosy) about this guy who was clawed badly on his back by a bear. He killed the bear and skinned it and wore the bearskin fur side out while he made his way back to civilization. Maggots infested his back and the bearskin and when he finally made it out of the woods, his back was smooth and clean as a baby’s. Dunno if it is true. It is what I read.
Thank you thank you thank you thank you. Ad infinitum.
Back today, and just the presence of my little disposable lidded bowl with rubbing alcohol in it (and a pair of hemostats) gave me the zen calm to open the dressing without a flinch. There were some volunteers, but not nearly as many as Wednesday, when I literally couldn’t count them. (Of course, they were zooming around like little zooming death machines; darn maggots won’t stay still for a headcount.)
Anyway…rubbing alcohol for the win. (Dude, do I need to warn you that it links to a picture of drunken maggots?) A little alarmingly, most of them are still alive now 2 hours after being harvested. But yeah, it slowed 'em down right quick.
SO says they’re not big enough to rinse off and take fishin’. 