|And then I came limping home again
||[Nov. 9th, 2007|04:25 pm]
David Alexander McDonald (Steven E. McDonald)
Transportation to and from was a tiny bit of nightmare here and there, but the job got done -- despite the weird driver I had on the way to the pharmacy, who may or may not have thought he was being funny with McDonalds and Jack-In-The-Box references. There's the beginnings of a very strange movie in there somewhere, I'm sure.
I admit to liking the doctor I saw, Dr. Wristen. She was efficient, focused, and direct, and didn't treat me like an idiot (although she might as well have, as I probably should have gone in several days ago.) While she accepts the possibility of an insect bite, her diagnosis is that it's MRSA (shout-out to those who suggested this might be the case.) I'm not too sure where I might have picked it up, mind you, given that I don't often go out. Anyway, the treatment consists of a topical applicant for the wound site and a nuclear arsenal of antibiotics. I go back in to check on progress on November 12th.
Most alarming moment -- having a surgeon take a look was mentioned. Being possessed of a vivid imagination and way too much information for my own, that generated immediate visualizations of having a couple of pounds of bleeding flesh sliced from my leg. Tonight's dreams may be interesting.
I also got new meds for blood pressure, and weighed in. Turns out my fears about my weight were unfounded. It wasn't great news, but it was better than I'd expected.