December 17, 2013
I've made some veiled references to antibiotics, beards, medical treatment and other such things here and on Facebook. Let me break it down for you and come clean in one easy sentence.
I have MRSA.
For those of you not in-the-know, MRSA is an acronym for a bunch of fancy words that mean I have staph that's resistant to medication. A few months ago I shaved - and cut myself - with a less-than-fresh blade. A month later my face was riddled with bumps. It was unattractive and, worse, painful. Sleep was impossible. The pain was unbearable, accompanied by fever and an inability to sleep.
Over the past two months I've grown a beard, had seven separate doctors appointments, seen five different doctors, undergone four rounds of different antibiotics, subjected myself to three rounds of steroid treatments so I could make it through the day without snapping and stuck q-tips full of junk up my nose two or three times a day. And it's still not gone. I'm off antibiotics, off the steroids, still jamming q-tips up my nose...but things are a little better.
Over the weekend, Beth, the kids and I went to the local municipal center to see a display of trains. I looked over and saw someone I haven't seen or said hello to in over 20 years, the dad of one of my best friends in high school. A couple of years ago he was helping a neighbor clear snow off his roof, fell, and became paralyzed from the waist down. He was a tough guy, a high ranking army guy, a military historian. I went to him, said hello, reminded him who this older, gray-haired, bearded guy was and we caught up briefly. His brevity hadn't changed a bit. As a kid in the 90's with hair down to my ass and an obsession with heavy metal, I rarely saw him smile. But I did on Saturday, when I saw him, in a wheelchair, checking his trains, making sure they were perfectly balanced, laughing with his train-obsessed friends.
Things like that put pesky rashes - no matter how annoying - in perspective.
Posted by Chris at December 17, 2013 7:51 AM