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dragonlady7Now my fever has spiked up over 100 and I’m covered in a rash that looks like heat rash, but is head to toe. I called my doctor’s office as soon as I spotted it but they’d just closed for the night. My next option is the emergency room. I felt really awful for a bit, but I’m not so bad now after a handful of ibuprofen; however, the rash is getting way more dense. My stupid boyfriend just read the Wikipedia article about MRSA (did I mention on here that I’m on antibiotics for MRSA from that infected blister in my finger? Ugh!) and how it can go systemic sometimes and give you a rash that looks like pimples. This doesn’t look like pimples, but the rest of the symptoms he described were so so so horrifying that I’m utterly terrified now.
(I’m seven days into a ten-day course of antibiotics for MRSA, big ol’ horse pill antibiotics, so it’s even odds as to whether this is MRSA-related or antibiotic-reaction-related. I had BETTER NOT be allergic to the only antibiotic that kills MRSA!!!)
So… do I spend my Friday night in the emergency room, or do I spend it with an ice pack and ice water comfortably on the couch, covered in spots?
Uggggghhhhhhhhh. Well, at least I have health insurance; this last month would have killed me, without it.
Also we just found out that my dear, darling uncle has lung cancer. My cantankerous godfather, who doesn’t take care of himself, who I’ve never spent as much time with as I’ve meant to, who I identify with immensely among all our family. I’m feeling a little rough tonight.
(I’m seven days into a ten-day course of antibiotics for MRSA, big ol’ horse pill antibiotics, so it’s even odds as to whether this is MRSA-related or antibiotic-reaction-related. I had BETTER NOT be allergic to the only antibiotic that kills MRSA!!!)
So… do I spend my Friday night in the emergency room, or do I spend it with an ice pack and ice water comfortably on the couch, covered in spots?
Uggggghhhhhhhhh. Well, at least I have health insurance; this last month would have killed me, without it.
Also we just found out that my dear, darling uncle has lung cancer. My cantankerous godfather, who doesn’t take care of himself, who I’ve never spent as much time with as I’ve meant to, who I identify with immensely among all our family. I’m feeling a little rough tonight.
