There was a case, it seems, in class 10. They sent me to the TB dispensary, they made a fluor there, passed the tests, then came six months later for the same procedures, then six months later, and I was removed from the register. As I was then explained, the body did not allow the bacteria that cause tuberculosis to develop. In the column for the disease they wrote "tuberculosis", they let me go to all four sides. Well, they explained in addition that by the age of 30, almost 100% of the population goes through this. Yes, doctors will correct me if I'm wrong :)
All my life I was the person who never had a normal Mantoux. Back in the days of my kindergarten youth, Mantoux crawled almost all over my arm, and then went off for about a month. I don’t remember what exactly happened after this incident, but since schoolchildren are periodically doing Mantoux at schools, I managed to excel even then.
In the fifth grade, after the unforgivably large size of this very red bump, I was sent to a tub dispensary. Then I decided that I had tuberculosis, there was no turning back and now I am infectious. In the dispensary, they did Mantoux again (they probably don't trust school nurses). The results were again not very good, so after that they made me "scratches". This is when five different drops of medicine are dripped onto the hand one after another, and then with a blade they cut through the skin under this drop, as they scratch. And you sit and wait for these medicines to be absorbed into the scratches. In a couple of days it looks like five Mantouxes at once! An unforgettable sight. The doctors again did not like my results, and they sent me to pass some tests, I don't remember anymore. For a long time I went there, checked from head to toe. They found out that I eat sweets with great pleasure, while I carry these ill-fated injections. The doctor said that this is not possible. And they made me Mantoux again. When I left the treatment room, my mother told me that if everything went bad this time, I would be admitted to the hospital with infectious tuberculosis patients. After that, Mantoux was always normal for me and I never went to the TB dispensary.
As a child, I had a strange reaction to Mantoux, and I was sent to a tuberculosis dispensary. There I passed general clinical tests (blood, urine) and fluorography. According to the results of the latter, an old doctor diagnosed the initial stage of tuberculosis. The shocked mother took me to the regional center for examination, and the terrible diagnosis was denied there. But I seem to be still on the register.