That thought has certainly crossed my mind.
And my mind as well. Last April I was staying in a hotel in Soi Bukaow (sp)? There was plenty of rain and lots of slight flooding everywhere. Well I picked up a bug in an open wound on my left foot. Within 2 days I was only able to crawl around. I had developed Cellulitis. (the third time in my life.)
Very farkin painfull. I changed all my holiday plans and flew back to Melbourne that night.
My loverly Thai wife met me at the airoprt and we took a taxi straight to Epworth Hospital in Richmond, Melbourne.
I was admitted straight away and was placed in ICU for 2 days, then about 8 days in the Cardiac ward and finally another 6 days in a normal ward.
I had so much happening to me.Being a diabetic, already had half of my left foot amputated. ( thats why I still have an open wound)The extreme swelling of my leg and the Infection of the bug caused stress to my heart. Also having systemic heart disease and a stent already inserted a couple of years ago.. I was really in a mess.
Discharged to travel home to Sale Vic. Onlynext day to be admitted for another 4 days in Sale hospital.All related to the cellulitis and my heart condition. I still have not got over the experience as yet.
Last week I arrived home from another couple of weeks in Thailand.I avoided as much as the flooding as possible.So far no infections.
And now only 79 days untill my wife and I head back for another month.
My question is ? That trip nearly killed me but why do we seem to be unable to stop from returning???? Its got me bugged,
Cheers n Beers,
lesdunbar