Restless Knitter

Warning: This post contains no knitting content whatsoever. It’s all about a “flea bite” on my leg. If you’re squeamish, you may want to skip this one.

Monday morning - I feel an itch on the back of my leg, right in the bend behind my knee. I, of course, scratch it. I feel a small bump. Damn, I am pissed. I’ve kept up with Bella’s flea treatments so there should be no fleas, but here I am with a flea bite!

Monday day - It’s not itching, but I’m still bitching because I have a flea bite. I’m switching from Frontline to something else. I got a bum batch of it or something. Bastards.

Monday evening - Still obsessing over the bite, even though it still isn’t itching. I take a look at it in the mirror (do you know how hard that is to do?) and it’s red. Hmm, flea bites don’t normally stay red unless you’re scratching the hell out of them, which I wasn’t. Maybe this isn’t a flea bite. Maybe it’s a spider bite. Husband suggests going to the doc in the morning. Pfft, I don’t do doctors. But, if it’s still red Tuesday morning, I’ll think about it.

Tuesday morning - Still red, still hard lump. And, I may be imagining it, but the red may be starting to spread. I look up pictures of spider bites on the web and some of those pictures are freaking scary. I break down, call the doc office, and go in at 11.

It’s not a flea bite. (I take back the bad things I said about Frontline.) It’s not a spider bite. It’s a freaking skin infection. The doc wants to squeeze it and poke a hole in it with a needle. I wouldn’t let her squeeze. It seemed more painful when she touched it so I squeezed, she poked. Ouch. Cotton swab gets sent to a lab to live in a petri dish for a couple of days because this may be no ordinary skin infection. This may be MRSA, a very nasty staph infection. I guess we’ve already determined it’s a staph infection, but we won’t know if it’s the evil MRSA until Monday. At least, I think that’s what she said.  My mind was still in wtf-mode so I probably didn’t hear anything she said correctly.  In the meantime, I get to take a $60 (AFTER insurance for pete’s sake) antibiotic. The doc says the good news is that we caught it early, most people don’t come in for another couple of days and it’s harder to treat. She wanted me to come back to the office on Friday, but I’ll be out of town to see my daughter graduate from college so I’ll be going back in on Thursday instead.
How did I get this? Where did I get this? I can safely say it’s not from skin to skin contact because I haven’t been touched by anyone new lately. I haven’t been staying in a hospital. I don’t have a low immune system, and at my previous doc’s appt I was determined to be healthy. The only thing I can think of is I’ve been volunteering at the library helping sort and price donated books for the monthly sale, and I’ve picked it up from one of those objects. It’s just boggling my mind how and where. I guess I should just thank the stars that it’s not in my nose.  Still, this is upsetting my humdrum little world where there is rarely drama.  I don’t like drama, and while this isn’t technically drama I still don’t like it!

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