Post by Lauryn de Vampyre on Feb 15, 2010 7:34:00 GMT -5
A part from whole list of bad shit that's been happening since the start of the new year (with which I won't bore you) I had just recently been diagnosed as having had MRSA, which is the worst strain of staph infection you can get since it's so hard to kill.
It started out as a small bump on my side. Honestly, I thought it was a stray pimple. Then it started to grow and one of my friends said she was damn certain it was a cyst. I put that Prid shit on it, a drawing salve, and was told to just let it surface or be reabsorbed back into my body. I waited, and waited and waited. Finally, on the day I got one of my teeth pulled and was freaking out because the entire day it hadn't clotted I took a look at the 'cyst' and upon seeing what it had become just couldn't handle it anymore.
I went to the Emergency room that night. They poked and prodded and said it would hurt me too much to lance the fucker right there. So they called a local surgeon and told me to call his office the next day and he would then open the abscess and do his thang.
So, no better off I wait a few hours and call the surgeon's office to see what time that day they can see me and they tell me the Hospital I was at doesn't know what they're doing and the surgeon isn't even in the office that day. So I set an appointment for the NEXT day.
I go in, tell the surgeon what's going on and he, like the Emergency Room, claims it looks like MRSA. Not believing him, because how the hell could I have gotten it, I tell him I want a culture taken - just to be sure. He says fine.
A nurse comes into the room a little bit after and starts cleaning the wound. It is one of the WORST fucking pains I've felt, and I've had needles jabbed into open wounds on my mouth before. I start yelling and asking her to stop, just for a second. She doesn't, saying she's got to finish it.
Let me tell you that the moment this woman walked into the room, it felt as though she was pissy and didn't want to be there. I understand that nurses are not in the customer service business, but there is also something called common courtesy. Don't treat me like a piece of crap. You don't fucking know me.
ANYWHO, she grabs something she says is gauze packing and comes towards me to pack the room. I stop her and ask her if she took the culture. She says no, the surgeon didn't tell her to take one. I told her I TOLD him I wanted one. She said there was nothing she could do. She didn't have any instructions to take one and couldn't otherwise. She didn't care either, so that didn't help. She kept trying to come at me with the packing gauze and I kept stopping her. She told me she'd have to talk to the surgeon and he was busy in the hospital somewhere else and would be an hour and 15 minutes.
Finally I called one of my friends and that friend and the nurse had it out over my phone. That was one heck of a phone fight. At one point my friend asked the woman if she was the only nurse in the office. The damn woman said yes. So after getting fed up with me and my friend, she stormed out of the room and after a bit a different nurse came in.
I told her I wanted a culture. She told me the surgeon FORGOT to leave instructions and we couldn't do it that day because the other nurse had used peroxide to clean the wound and any culture taken wouldn't show anything. So they had me come back the next day.
They took the culture, and with no sight of the bitch, Sarah the nice nurse packed my wound.
So, a week later I find out that yes, ...I did have MRSA and not only that I'm allergic to GAUZE and paper tape. Seriously, who the hell is allergic to gauze?!
With MRSA there is really only two futures from here. 1)The heavy antibiotics I took killed all the MRSA in me or 2)MRSA is extremely hard to kill and likes to 'colonize' people, especially in the nose - and it's still there just waiting for another opportunity to infect an open wound.
I read enough about MRSA online that I actually had what felt like a nervous breakdown. A female issue, a tooth cavity that wouldn't clot, a seriously infected abscess with MRSA, being in love with someone I can't have, that same friend who fought it out with the nurse randomly deciding she doesn't want to be my friend anymore, and so much more.
The point of this horrendously long post? I'm emotionally, physically and mentally tapped. Don't expect a post from me any time soon. If I manage to make one, hurray. Just....don't expect it.
It started out as a small bump on my side. Honestly, I thought it was a stray pimple. Then it started to grow and one of my friends said she was damn certain it was a cyst. I put that Prid shit on it, a drawing salve, and was told to just let it surface or be reabsorbed back into my body. I waited, and waited and waited. Finally, on the day I got one of my teeth pulled and was freaking out because the entire day it hadn't clotted I took a look at the 'cyst' and upon seeing what it had become just couldn't handle it anymore.
I went to the Emergency room that night. They poked and prodded and said it would hurt me too much to lance the fucker right there. So they called a local surgeon and told me to call his office the next day and he would then open the abscess and do his thang.
So, no better off I wait a few hours and call the surgeon's office to see what time that day they can see me and they tell me the Hospital I was at doesn't know what they're doing and the surgeon isn't even in the office that day. So I set an appointment for the NEXT day.
I go in, tell the surgeon what's going on and he, like the Emergency Room, claims it looks like MRSA. Not believing him, because how the hell could I have gotten it, I tell him I want a culture taken - just to be sure. He says fine.
A nurse comes into the room a little bit after and starts cleaning the wound. It is one of the WORST fucking pains I've felt, and I've had needles jabbed into open wounds on my mouth before. I start yelling and asking her to stop, just for a second. She doesn't, saying she's got to finish it.
Let me tell you that the moment this woman walked into the room, it felt as though she was pissy and didn't want to be there. I understand that nurses are not in the customer service business, but there is also something called common courtesy. Don't treat me like a piece of crap. You don't fucking know me.
ANYWHO, she grabs something she says is gauze packing and comes towards me to pack the room. I stop her and ask her if she took the culture. She says no, the surgeon didn't tell her to take one. I told her I TOLD him I wanted one. She said there was nothing she could do. She didn't have any instructions to take one and couldn't otherwise. She didn't care either, so that didn't help. She kept trying to come at me with the packing gauze and I kept stopping her. She told me she'd have to talk to the surgeon and he was busy in the hospital somewhere else and would be an hour and 15 minutes.
Finally I called one of my friends and that friend and the nurse had it out over my phone. That was one heck of a phone fight. At one point my friend asked the woman if she was the only nurse in the office. The damn woman said yes. So after getting fed up with me and my friend, she stormed out of the room and after a bit a different nurse came in.
I told her I wanted a culture. She told me the surgeon FORGOT to leave instructions and we couldn't do it that day because the other nurse had used peroxide to clean the wound and any culture taken wouldn't show anything. So they had me come back the next day.
They took the culture, and with no sight of the bitch, Sarah the nice nurse packed my wound.
So, a week later I find out that yes, ...I did have MRSA and not only that I'm allergic to GAUZE and paper tape. Seriously, who the hell is allergic to gauze?!
With MRSA there is really only two futures from here. 1)The heavy antibiotics I took killed all the MRSA in me or 2)MRSA is extremely hard to kill and likes to 'colonize' people, especially in the nose - and it's still there just waiting for another opportunity to infect an open wound.
I read enough about MRSA online that I actually had what felt like a nervous breakdown. A female issue, a tooth cavity that wouldn't clot, a seriously infected abscess with MRSA, being in love with someone I can't have, that same friend who fought it out with the nurse randomly deciding she doesn't want to be my friend anymore, and so much more.
The point of this horrendously long post? I'm emotionally, physically and mentally tapped. Don't expect a post from me any time soon. If I manage to make one, hurray. Just....don't expect it.
