Nathan
GA Member
- Jul 2, 2018
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The battered roads proved challenging even for Dr Francis' off roader. The roads to Ankavandra from his hospital of Miandrivazo were long and challenging. For the Dr the company of the nurse and the Junior doctor had proved a welcome addition to the mission. He had been called by a local General Practitioner, the element of alarm from his old friend proved to irresistible of a challenge for the Dr. Dr Francis had spent most of his live in the hospital of Miandrivazo as a General Medicine doctor. The challenge excited him from the mundane admissions within his ward.
The call was brief and confusing. The Doctor on the phone sounded alarmed at the sudden deterioration of a family within the commune. First it was the husband, then the wife, then the children before it seemed to spread to the most distant relatives within the commune. It was a concern the team did not take lightly, in the boot boxes of full PPE suits were stacked high against the assortment of drugs, equipment and consumables within the boot.
The offroader skidded into the commune, slipping on the wet uneven ground that run parallel to the river and village. The team looked carefully as they navigated the small maze like town deep within the wilderness of Madagascar. "Undisturbed from the perils of social Media" Francis noted "Not a cell phone in sight". Finding the house in question did not prove difficult, a large crowd of 50 to 100 people stood outside cramming for a better look inside at the family. A pale faced doctor hurtled out of the house, running towards their car. The doctor slammed on the breaks, just in time.
"Come quick, Come quick!" The doctor had a voice of fear, his terror showing on his face through his surgical mask "I don't know what to do they're all dying". Francis and his team grabbed their equipment from the boot, suited up and followed the doctor through.
The house was run down and damp. Paint peeled off the walls and the smell of death was overbearing. In the front room, lay 3 children sweating profusely from all over, their faces pale, eyes blood shot and unhuman like. In the backroom a further 2 children lay in a comatose state. White sheets draped the parents and a small child.
"Fucking hell" Francis voice broke, thinking back to his own children "Let's get lines into these guys. 100% Oxygen therapy, IV fluids stat and we'll start a dose of antibiotics for sepsis. Lets get a blood test sent straight back to the lab so that we can confirm a diagnosis of bacteria or viral."
The team set to work. Francis and the doctors placed a line in the arms of the patients, pushing through fluids and iv antibiotics. Observations were recorded and found to be conclusive of sepsis. 100% Oxygen was placed on each patient. With the assistance of the nurse and junior, the two comatose children were sedated and tubed to be manually ventilated. Francis handed the vial to his junior "Get this to your lab as soon as you can and organise a helicopter for transport... you fate of this family and the entire town depend on it". With a solem nod, the junior jumped in the four by four and begun the difficult journey back to Miandrivazo.
The call was brief and confusing. The Doctor on the phone sounded alarmed at the sudden deterioration of a family within the commune. First it was the husband, then the wife, then the children before it seemed to spread to the most distant relatives within the commune. It was a concern the team did not take lightly, in the boot boxes of full PPE suits were stacked high against the assortment of drugs, equipment and consumables within the boot.
The offroader skidded into the commune, slipping on the wet uneven ground that run parallel to the river and village. The team looked carefully as they navigated the small maze like town deep within the wilderness of Madagascar. "Undisturbed from the perils of social Media" Francis noted "Not a cell phone in sight". Finding the house in question did not prove difficult, a large crowd of 50 to 100 people stood outside cramming for a better look inside at the family. A pale faced doctor hurtled out of the house, running towards their car. The doctor slammed on the breaks, just in time.
"Come quick, Come quick!" The doctor had a voice of fear, his terror showing on his face through his surgical mask "I don't know what to do they're all dying". Francis and his team grabbed their equipment from the boot, suited up and followed the doctor through.
The house was run down and damp. Paint peeled off the walls and the smell of death was overbearing. In the front room, lay 3 children sweating profusely from all over, their faces pale, eyes blood shot and unhuman like. In the backroom a further 2 children lay in a comatose state. White sheets draped the parents and a small child.
"Fucking hell" Francis voice broke, thinking back to his own children "Let's get lines into these guys. 100% Oxygen therapy, IV fluids stat and we'll start a dose of antibiotics for sepsis. Lets get a blood test sent straight back to the lab so that we can confirm a diagnosis of bacteria or viral."
The team set to work. Francis and the doctors placed a line in the arms of the patients, pushing through fluids and iv antibiotics. Observations were recorded and found to be conclusive of sepsis. 100% Oxygen was placed on each patient. With the assistance of the nurse and junior, the two comatose children were sedated and tubed to be manually ventilated. Francis handed the vial to his junior "Get this to your lab as soon as you can and organise a helicopter for transport... you fate of this family and the entire town depend on it". With a solem nod, the junior jumped in the four by four and begun the difficult journey back to Miandrivazo.
