Are you there god? It's me MRSA.

Margaret had to deal with buying her first bra, having her first period, coping with belted sanitary napkins (times have changed for the better, in so many ways), developing breasts and being the child of an interfaith marriage.

And I have MRSA. On my face.

That pretty much sums it up.

Thanks, good night, god bless and drive home safely folks.
Nov 11 '09
My MRSA mug, circa Monday As you can see my left side (viewer’s right) is relatively okay but at the center-line swelling begins almost immediately. From the eye-socket to the glands below my jaw - everything was close to double its normal size. I’m not that vain but I now have some, small insight into what it means to be disfigured. The following comes with a warning to the reader, you may want to have your sick bucket handy: even thought it is bandaged, the wound is supposed to be left au naturale so it can weep!

My MRSA mug, circa Monday

As you can see my left side (viewer’s right) is relatively okay but at the center-line swelling begins almost immediately. From the eye-socket to the glands below my jaw - everything was close to double its normal size. I’m not that vain but I now have some, small insight into what it means to be disfigured.

The following comes with a warning to the reader, you may want to have your sick bucket handy:

even thought it is bandaged, the wound is supposed to be left au naturale so it can weep!