MR. S.A.

Two extra strength Tylenol and an Aleeve. This is my standard pain/fever regimen. MR. SA is actually MRSA, or, Methicillin-Resistant Staphylococcus aureus. It's a form of staph infection that is resistant to most of the common antibiotics used to treat infections. And guess what.... I got it. Six months of mysterious skin irritations that look like inspect bites of some sort have finally been solved with a simple culture last Friday.

As usual when I become sick, no fever. Doctors who either mis-diagnose or have no idea what's going on. Foggier still is where the hell did I get this from? My best guess would be from someone I've been in contact with that had it. Even if this is the case, there had to be some opportunity for it to infect me through some open wound and I can't think of anything. Perhaps a sexual contact? I suppose it's not beyond the realm of possibility. I could have had the bacteria on me for years and only recently at a point of lowered immunity could it have infected me. The more I read the endless information on the internet, the more I understand it, but it does little to pacify feelings of being utterly dirty on some level. I've started washing everything I touch in the house; towels, bedding, clothes. I'm running out of soap.. haha, not to mention Clorox bleach spray. I'm on a course of Bactrim DS. One of ten days completed. I'm crossing my fingers that nine days from now I feel "normal" (for me) again.

Eeeew!!!

Ok, now that all that is said. Thanks to Phil for sharing some music by Imogen Heap with me. Hide & Seek is a song that she sings acoustically, but her voice has been synthesized and I believe it makes her sound like a church organ. It's splendid. (Not Splenda). Gil introduced me to West Indian Girl and Curve. We watched "Mysterious Skin" on Saturday night and then saw lightning in my bedroom. (My sweet idea turned into a light show) I'm happy at the steady pace that things are moving along.

Missing friends lately. Put some calls out. Waiting.