Thank you, dear....it is appreciated greatly!

I have just been wondering about this, a great deal since yesterday. It upset me a great deal, and though I believe in God, and am Christian, I am not an expert. It's kind of a crazy thought, I suppose, the fear that God hates you.

I started out with this little zit like thing on my thigh that looked a great deal like a little spider bite. Actually, that is probably what it is, or maybe a shaving nick. I promptly picked it, and got a little bit of pus out of it, and figured that was that. I don't get a zit or ingrown hair very often, but it happens on occasion, a few times in a year, maybe. Within a couple days, I realized it was more serious, as it had become hot, red, swollen, and obviously had pus in it. I immediately opened and removed all pus from it, cleaned it well with antibacterial soap, and put neosporin on it. I was somewhat concerned about it, due to my impending surgery, but I expected it would heal within a few days. It was the weekend, and it obviously wasn't an ER visit thing. I called Monday and scheduled a preop visit for the following day, and told them I wanted her to look at this bite, and see if I should take antibiotics or have a shot.

I should have covered it, because I noticed later that day I had a similar sore on the other thigh, on the inner/back of it, though much smaller. I noted that it would have been in just the right place where, had I crossed my legs, the two sores would have touched. At that point, I realized I was contagious.

The wound was cultured and she put me on the antibiotic bactrim, which indeed is killing it. I also have to put bactroban on it. My blood work was normal though.

It was up in the air whether they would do surgery or not, since it is indeed MRSA, and I decided the ramifications of getting it into my bones or bloodstream, I could not risk. I am sure my house is a MRSA paradise, though, and who knows what I have touched with a trace on my fingertip or nail after unconsciously brushing against it, or itching it, or even changing clothes or bathing.

And before I realized what I had, my husband said, hey...I have a little zit or something in my hair, behind my ear...will you look at it? And I picked it and said ya, it was a little zit, it's gone now. It started coming back yesterday morning, and by evening was big, red, and painful. He went in today but they did not drain it, as it was close to his lymph node. He is on medicine now, too.

I pray for a quick and total recovery, and am horrified this happened. I feel "dirty", even though I know it has nothing to do with it.