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 12 '09

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 the gone but never forgotten star beverage of the 1980s, New Coke™).

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So, to recap: I still have an open wound that weeps pus on my facer but I don’t have SuperSized antibiotic resistant Staph weeping pus on my face.

Ladies and gentlemen, crazy has left the building.

WooHoo!

I can now stop obsessively cleaning my house (this includes: wiping down doorknobs & switchplates, sanitizing every surface in the home, washing towels & linens once-a-day - yes, stripping the bed every, single day).I can cut-down on O.C.D.-style hand washing to roughly 23 or 30-times-a-day from about, oh 60 or 70.

  • I can cook food in my kitchen without worrying that it’s UNCLEAN.
  • Also worth noting, I can shave, pluck, wear makeup and generally go-to-town in the grooming department.
  • And finally, I can seek solace and succor at the furry bosom of my critters once more.

By the way, is it really so wrong to talk about my pets collective bosom?