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The good news and the bad news

So the good news around here is that last week the infectious disease specialist I am seeing about the infection in my leg declared that the cellulitus been cured and was good to go.  I was pretty excited since the infection had been there since 2014.   I even went out and celebrated.

He did say that if he was wrong, I would notice a fever returning.  That’s no surprise as that has been what has happened every other time the infection has been “cured”.

On Saturday I had plans to go out to a Christmas party but I wasn’t feeling that great so I decided to go to bed early.  I woke up with horrible chills.  By the time it was all said and done, I was wearing a toque, gloves, and had a dozen blankets on me.  Since Wendy was sick as well, I was hoping it was just the flu.

Sunday I went into work and was burning up.  Sweat was pouring off me.  Wendy came and got me and took me home.  The chills came back worse then before.  Wendy pointed out that I was delirious at one point and I was either burning up or shaking violently with the chills.  Around 10 p.m. I got up and then fell down the stairs.  Wendy said that I had blacked out.  As I was laying at the bottom of the stairs in a fair amount of pain I was like, “Really, this is getting stupid”.  I also managed to crack a rib.

It was while laying there that I saw the tell tale red streaks going up my ankle towards my knee.  The infection was back with a vengeance and was bigger, redder, and giving off my heat than ever before. 

The specialist had told me “self-initiate” treatment (start taking the antibiotics again) and call his office.  I gobbled down some antibiotics and settled in for the longest night of my life.  I have never been so cold.  Every blanket in the house was on me and I still wasn’t warm.  I thought about heading to RUH emergency but I couldn’t see myself sleeping there and if I am going to be horribly uncomfortable, I might as well be at home.

Wendy got up and called the specialists office today.  I know some specialists are hard to deal with and aloof but I have met several nurses who have dealt with mine and they think the world of him.  While I would prefer not have to see him,  he is always pleasant to chat with and super thorough and accommodating.  His current nurse called right back, reminded me to “self-initiate” my treatment (I love how doctors and nurses talk) and made arrangements for me to see him.  I have never been so happy with how I have been treated.  Of course their urgency is because I am so sick.

So I’m back on an obscene amount of antibiotics for now which work while I am on them.  The next step is to find a solution that will help me long term and finally kill this thing.  I have heard people make MRSA jokes and comments.  There is nothing funny about it at all.  It’s hard to believe that it has been infected since November 2014 and they still can’t kill it.