I have so many pieces of writing that was written while I had no Internet to edit and post... and yet I feel compelled to just free flow write again, for posting.
WHY do I do this?! It would be so much easier to read if you proof-read and edited it before you posted it... but I choose to post it as it comes to my brain and flows straight through my fingers....so, here it is.
I thought I was bitten by a spider. But nerve pain below the sore alerted me to the possibility that it was something that needed attention. However, it wasn't logic that told me to go to the doctor. LOGIC told me that the sore looked better than it had the night before, and that theoretically it should get better. Theoretically.
But something else told me to go. NOW. So, just as I have been following that little voice for the last few months; this was no different.
Now, this sore is on my belly. On my left side, right at my belt-line about a half inch below my belly button line on my left side. Not fair.
I SERIOUSLY need some clothes. Preferably warm dresses that hang from the boobs or shoulders. NOT jeans. THEY HURT!!!!
I don't even have any of my sweats with me. Anyway. MRSA. When the doctor said it, I was shocked. My niece had told me about a year ago how that same infection had nearly KILLED her!!!!
Strange, I wasn't the LEAST bit affected when people started to try to scare me about a spider bite, but MRSA... THAT scares the SHIT out of me.
Not only with my niece's experience, but also the fact that I have MANY antibiotic allergies. LUCKILY, Cipro is NOT one of them... YET. I better not say THAT too loud!!!!
So... when I got back to my friend, Julie's house, I not only let everyone know that needed to know, but I also called my doctor and asked about the repercussions for my body in particular.
Apparently, as with everything else in my "health world", it's a "wait and see."
I REALLY HATE THAT EXPRESSION.
