November 2009
9 posts
I need a new name for this blog
Today, Thursday, I went in for my follow up appointment and was informed by the good Dr. Jeff Ashley that while my test came back positive for MMSA Staphylococcus aureus, IT WAS NOT positive for MRSA Staphylococcus aureus.
For those of you who don’t keep up with latin and/or doctor speak, I have a regular staph infection (though, I like to call it Staph Classic, sort of a tip of the hat to...
My anxieties go to eleven
One thing I’ve noticed since this little adventure began is becoming increasingly anxious about the slightest bump, or itch or red-spot on my rather voluminous body.
Imagine if you could not scratch an itch for fear it might abrade your skin enough so that a lurking predator, like staph-a could set in. Now, add to that some personal grooming tasks. No eyebrow plucking, no leg shaving, no...
Tuesday's with gory
Oy vey, the painful swelling, will it ever cease?
I slept all the way through the night which was a blessing. As my spiritual leader Ralph Wiggum once put it, “Oh boy, sleep! That’s where I’m a viking!” Then again, he also said, “Me fail English? That’s unpossible.”
oh Ralph, I love you so!
If Monday was a day wholly devoted to Western medicine then...
Cefdinir 300mg, twice a day
One of the ironies of MRSA is that, even though it is called an antibiotic resistant superbug, the first thing people ask you is, “what antibiotic are you on?”.
MRSA is an acronym for methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus. It isn’t resistant to all antibiotics, YET. What it is, is a staph that is resistant to the broad-spectrum antibiotics commonly used to treat it.
The...
Monday morning you sure look fine (not)
615am Monday - alarm bell rings and it’s time to face the day ahead, week ahead, year ahead, lifetime etc….
The morning routine begins as scheduled, except when I looked in the mirror I faced not with my usual self but instead my gaze fell upon an unfamiliar countenance that could be of blood relation to John Merrick, uncharitably known in his time as the Elephant Man.
Aghast, I saw...
All Saints Day
Sunday is the lord’s day and for yours truly, that would mean the lords of the gridiron, my beloved New Orleans Saints. Some people pray to Jesus, I find my salvation in Breesus.
Of course, I was dressed to the nines, that being my #9 Drew Brees jersey, until game time, when I changed to my lucky #25 Reggie Bush jersey, which though falling apart must remain in play as long as the winning...
In the beginning
It started innocently enough, a small red blemish over the corner of my lip. A little concealer and poof, almost magically, it was an afterthought.
I was off to an art opening and eventually a liquor-soaked soiree called Speakeasy and then the wind-down thereafter. All in all, a successful evening full of friends, free-flowing alcohol and easy conversation.
When I arrived home in the wee...