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| So, there we were in the middle of
nowhere in Outer Mongolia, I'd just been thrown off a horse and
torn the side of my leg open. After a surreal experience of seeing
a Doctor arrive in a yellow taxi being driven across the open
countryside (there are no roads) I was stitched up and shipped
back to Ulaan Bator. |
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To cut a long story short, we eventually
arrived back in England, saw the local Doc who declared the wound
clean and uninfected and passed me into the hands of Nurse Julie. |
| Lots of dressings later things look no
better.
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Weeks pass. Things start to get a little smelly! |
| The flap of skin dies through lack of
circulation and Julie pounces with a pair of scissors and a little
un-scheduled surgery takes place. It's now 11 weeks and I go and
see the Plastic Surgeon at the Nuffield Hospital in
Leicester.
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After taking a look he decides that the
whole lot needs cleaning up and suggests that surgery may not be
the answer. Well, not surgery in the conventional manner..... |
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Maggots! Back at the local Health Centre the Doc and
Nurse have a short consultation and decide that although the
practice had never done this procedure before they were willing to
give it a go. I do a little investigation on the web and come up
with a site run by the Bro Morgannwg NHS Trust. (INSERT LINK) |
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Click here
to see what happens next
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