Misdiagnosis: Rabies
Nothing like a bran-prune muffin while drinking tea and chatting with friends on the internet. Just now I was chatting with my friend, the nurse who works in one of Toronto’s hospitals.
You remember that scandal about the profilable groups of hospital staff that were not washing their hands? How it was not covered by the main stream media because it did not fit the narrative? That one?
Of course, the activists and progressives are correct. Such facts should be kept from public knowledge because they imply that trained medical professionals who do not follow basic handwashing hygene are incompetent. And we cannot have that, now can we. Our profileable groups are a steady voting block for funding, more funding, and more funding more often.
It turns out that being incompetent manifests as being incompetent. The nurse tells me of the latest scandal in her ‘no hands washing’ hospital: that of a doctor who misdiagnosed a rabies case for, well, does it matter? The unfortunate diseased person was given a bottle of pills and sent home on the subway. I wondered to her what stage of rabies he had developed in his long wait in the emergency ward, holding his sore foot that an unidentified animal bite. I wonder what stages of the illness he manifested on the subway. Is the stench of rotting garbage good, or bad for the rabies life form?
Now, I have no pro0f, nor sources, so you might as well just treat this as satire. And when you are in the emergency ward, look around you, for that fellow with the pallor and fever just might have second stage rabies.
Do not let anyone bite you in an emergency waiting room in Toronto.
I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this.
