I'm a new grad on a kinda bizare med/surg floor. I was blessed to admit a detoxing homeless patient, one who periodically comes to the wound care clinic to treat a massive (you could see bone)chronic leg wound. And luckily, I had to perform a dressing change on the wound.
Now this person was detoxing, and even fully medicated, it took four nurses to hold him down so I could do the dressing change. I took off all the old stuff and prepared to irrigate the wound.
As I was irrigating, and getting a disturbingly comprehensive tour of the anatomy of the lower leg, ONE, SINGLE, maggot fell out of the room.
Just one. It lay there on the chux pad, wiggling as I finished the dressing change.
Of course, I had to go digging around to see if there were more. There weren't. Thank god.
That image of the lone maggot is going to be burned into my mind the rest of my life... :stone: