Originally Posted by belizesailor
Yeah, best to get developing country diseases treated in developing countries where the docs are familiar with them. A young niece of mine was nearly killed by USA Docs trying to treat a simple Bot Fly parasite.
So, if you do get something from kissing the pigs...get it treated locally!
I didn't have the option. I was on a two month job in Brazil
, and about a month or so later diving
on another job in Puerto Rico
when I started noticing signs of this tapeworm. Basically, and somewhat crudely, I started finding bits of what looked like weird flat pasta in my own excrement. Tapeworm segments, but I didn't know what it was at the time. I was gone another month or so before returning to where I lived at the time in northern Massachusetts
. I went to Lowell General hospital, talked to a doc. He requested a sample, and after identifying the parasite he came back with a big medical
book and showed me the section he'd just read on how to treat this. I asked if he'd ever treated one before. Nope. I asked if it was going to kill me any time soon, as I was about to move to southern California
. Well, the move got delayed by about four months.
The treatment was fasting for an overnight and then an anti-nausea injection before they ran a greased tube down my nose into my stomach. They used a large syringe to remove the contents of my stomach, which were just liquids after a day of fasting. They then attached another syringe full of some nasty stuff and pumped it down the tube into my stomach. It was explained that the stomach lining could handle this stuff, but my esophagus would be damaged by it, hence the tube. Once the worming stuff was in, they gave me the choice of having the tube removed while I waited for several hours or just leaving the tube in place for the duration of the treatment. I elected to leave it in place rather than go though the whole anti-nausea shot and tube retrieval and then a replacement experience again. So they taped the tube to my cheekbone and we waited for several hours. I watched Days of Our Lives on the nurse station television. I found out that Eugene was cheating on someone. Or maybe it was Stefano, Gabriel and Marlena. I forget.
They then sucked the liquid back out and removed the tube. They gave me a laxative and told me to not eat for a while. But liquids were okay. I chose Olympia beer
, as I recall
. I went home and within a few hours had expelled the now dead tape worm into the toilet. I used a coathanger to lift
it out to measure it. I wanted to look at the hooked mouth I had read about, too. It was just under 9 ft. long.
I don't think I want another one. They're actually not all that cuddly when viewed up close.