WARNING: This story may get gross and may contain graphic images!
Remember “My Insect Hell”? A few months later , I felt something extremely painful under my right arm. I tried to tell my attendant but she acted like I was making the whole thing up. I threw a tantrum and was looking at my right arm and she still pretended that I wasn’t there. The next morning a different attendant noticed a big lump and called my mom. She came down and checked it out and called my doctor. She suggested putting warm compresses on it. The next day it was bigger and more painful so my mom called the doctor and made an appointment for me. My doctor wasn’t there so her assistant saw me. She told me that I had a staph infection and that I had it when I came to the hospital in July with what people thought was a spider bite. WTF? Now I had to get this thing lanced – Oh, God! My doctor referred me to surgery that same day. I was in so much pain, as you can see. That was nothing compared to what it felt like when the surgeon stuck the needle in there to kill the pain before he sliced me. Picture that! I could have fainted from the sight. I couldn’t believe what was coming out of there. I could have puked. Lucky for him I didn’t.
The assistant doctor knew the ECO (my communication device) and she was telling me about her friend who uses the same device. You don’t hear about that very often. That established my trust in her. She then told me to disinfect my whole house and to use only white towels and washcloths and Dial soap and not to share towels with anyone.
Since then, I’ve had to go on antibiotics a couple of times (not Septra!!) for staph flare-ups. Living with this is pretty scary and creepy. I feel not quite right.
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