To quote my late, great husband:
Well, this blows.
MRSA. Yes, again. At first (at my absolute insistence), we tried a “creative” strategy of taking an antibiotic (Bactrim) that I wasn’t 100% sure that I was allergic to, I was just kinda sure I was. And guess what happened? Of course I have anaphylaxis to that antibiotic. So they are admitting me for a week of vanc by IV.
The icing on the cake is that I was supposed to be flying tomorrow morning to Huntsville, Alabama to visit the excellent UAH school of aerospace engineering there with Son and his dad. So much for that.
I’m beginning to wonder when the universe is going to stop shitting on me.
Shouldn’t having a dead husband grant me a get out of MRSA free card or something???