“The rabies ward was just two rooms in a small building set apart from the massive hospital complex. It looked like a larder, with its padlocked door and its windows screened with chicken wire, but effectively it was a jail. I had seen it often from afar but never had a patient there until I was summoned that night. As I walked through the maze of corridors, I was frightened. What, I wondered, if my patient was foaming at the mouth? What if he attacked or bit me in the “furious” stage? This was 1980, before the era of Hazmat suits and the like. At best, had I been thinking ahead, I might have brought gloves.”
- Treating Ebola Without Fear
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