My dad, who went home to be with the Lord at 80, survived tetanus as a 9 year old.
His doctor and the hospital told my grandparents that there was no chance, so just stay with him until he passed.
They put a mouthpiece in to keep him from biting his tongue.
When he finally regained consciousness, his crooked teeth were perfectly straight from clamping down on the mouthpiece.
He had no skin left on the back of his head, or his heals from the convulsions.
Years later, when he went into the Navy during WWII, he told them he did not need a tetanus shot because he was a survivor. They did not believe him, gave him the shot, and he nearly died.
He had a great story, which medical people would shake their heads about in disbelief.
Wow. At 9. Can’t imagine.
Interesting that after surviving it, the “hair of the dog” nearly killed him. I wonder how that worked.
Thank Gd you had your dad or you wouldn’t be here either!