Buruli ulcer is an infectious disease characterized by the development
of painless open wounds. The disease largely occurs in sub-Saharan
Africa and Australia, generally in rural areas near slow-moving or
stagnant water. The first sign of infection is a small painless nodule
or area of swelling, typically on the arms or legs. This grows larger
over days to weeks, forming an open ulcer (examples pictured). Deep
ulcers can cause scarring of muscles and tendons, resulting in permanent
disability. The World Health Organization (WHO) recommends treating
Buruli ulcer with a combination of the antibiotics rifampicin and
clarithromycin. Regular cleaning and dressing of wounds aids healing and
prevents secondary infections. In 2018, WHO received 2,713 reports of
Buruli ulcer globally. In 1998, WHO established the Global Buruli Ulcer
Initiative to coordinate global efforts to eliminate Buruli ulcer. WHO
considers Buruli ulcer a neglected tropical disease.
Read more: <https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buruli_ulcer>
Today's selected anniversaries:
Japanese chief minister Ii Naosuke (depicted) was assassinated
by rōnin samurai upset with his role in the opening of Japan to foreign
The 1921 Women's Olympiad, the first international
women's-sports event, opened at the International Sporting Club of
Monaco in Monte Carlo.
Led by Jorge Rafael Videla, the Argentine military deposed
President Isabel Perón in a coup d'état, established a military junta
known as the National Reorganization Process, and began state-sponsored
violence against dissidents known as the Dirty War.
The tanker Exxon Valdez began to spill 10.8 million US gal
(260,000 bbl; 41,000 m3) of crude oil into Prince William Sound,
Alaska, causing one of the most devastating man-made maritime
Wiktionary's word of the day:
get cold feet:
(intransitive, originally US, informal) To become nervous or anxious and
reconsider a decision about an upcoming event.
Wikiquote quote of the day:
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the
burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or
bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye
forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle
singer of an empty day.
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