discharged
Yesterday I was discharged from the hospital. During the previous week, I had what appeared to be a pimple turn into what appeared to be a coldsore turn into what appeared to be an infection. My doctor had given me some bactrim to cure it, but after a couple of days went by, the swelling in my lower lip had not decreased, and so I went to the ER at 3am last Saturday. I figured they would give me an IV of antibiotics and send me home with some more pills. They thought it was better to admit me to the hospital for a few days. This turned into over four days of various IV-administered antibiotics. By Wednesday morning, they discovered it was MRSA, a resistant strain of staph, which may be related to the infection I had in my leg several months ago.
My lip is severely chapped looking, and almost looks like I got it beat up from a fight. The swelling has gone down quite a bit, though, and I'm hoping it will be back to normal this weekend. I'm on two prescriptions now for 10 days: one is 90 pills that would have cost $100 without insurance; the other is 20 pills that would have cost $700 without insurance. Luckily, I have insurance, and they each cost me $30.
Before getting sick, I celebrated at Mark's 35th birthday party, where I ran into someone who was not only a rebound guy that Chris dated after me, but also was indirectly part of the reasoning behind the mini-drama at my Christmas party. He was a nice guy, and it was odd how many different ways we knew each other in a Kevin-Bacon sorta way. Mark was being kissy-kissy on several of us, which was quite amusing. He had a great time, but a horrible hangover.
I'm playing catch-up now at work. I won't be going out now for a while, being on the antiobiotics, so that should force me to take the time to deal with some bookkeeping that I've been putting off.
My lip is severely chapped looking, and almost looks like I got it beat up from a fight. The swelling has gone down quite a bit, though, and I'm hoping it will be back to normal this weekend. I'm on two prescriptions now for 10 days: one is 90 pills that would have cost $100 without insurance; the other is 20 pills that would have cost $700 without insurance. Luckily, I have insurance, and they each cost me $30.
Before getting sick, I celebrated at Mark's 35th birthday party, where I ran into someone who was not only a rebound guy that Chris dated after me, but also was indirectly part of the reasoning behind the mini-drama at my Christmas party. He was a nice guy, and it was odd how many different ways we knew each other in a Kevin-Bacon sorta way. Mark was being kissy-kissy on several of us, which was quite amusing. He had a great time, but a horrible hangover.
I'm playing catch-up now at work. I won't be going out now for a while, being on the antiobiotics, so that should force me to take the time to deal with some bookkeeping that I've been putting off.