Friday, October 12, 2018


Jennifer the nurse came in around lunchtime and announced the results of the swab had come back on my suppurating wound on my lower hip. When she told me I had MRSA in the dying tissue of the wound I felt a chasm open under me which hasn’t yet closed as I write this. I haven’t Googled the bacterium known in the US as “mersa” because the results are I am advised not great reading.  However as far as I can tell the facility is interested in keeping itself MRSA free. Hence the instructions on the door to suit up as demonstrated elegantly by last night’s nurse’s aide: 

Yeah.  Here I am in Ebola ward. Does not feel great. It seems antibiotics will treat the infection and as the doctor said my life was in far more danger during my original operation than now which is I suppose some comfort. However dying of a tissue rotting inside out disease like MRSA seems, on the scale of things, a tad bit less clean and heroic than expiring of a driver’s distraction on the highway. Your thoughts and prayers as always much appreciated. My freshly installed door warning waiting to be filled with moonsuits: 

Now before people tap elegantly on my door I hear the scratching sounds of ten thousand ravenous rats at the door as the container sways and taps as arrivals pull down protective gear and suit up. Then the tentative tap at the door as though they are reluctant to enter the  leprosarium and as though I the leper, had no idea they were there.  Lord love us!  Two weeks of this...the mysterious plastic wrapped shadow. Sigh. 

The very good news is I have no fever (yet) and the wound is not suppurating a river of pus. What I am told is that some clear fluid is oozing slightly and as long as it is contained by the dressing I am free to attend therapy sessions. That was a piece of excellent news in a dramatic and fearsome afternoon. Fear filled might be more accurate. I focused on the good and after a delayed start for the medical conference I went  to try walking with Eddy and Elias and Natalie.

I sat in my wheelchair with Eddy to my right, Elias to my left and Natalie keeping the chair under my bum. I practiced standing and keeping weight off my left leg. Not easy. Then Eddy said it was time to walk. I took that as meaning I was doing better and I was. I was calm and determined and I focused on his precise instructions. I stood up left foot forward right foot back ready to push me up. Up I went with a little help from my friends. I stood straight. It felt good. A few of those and then we walked. With greater or lesser success I kept weight off my left foot and progressed across the empty gym. In several hours I covered by Eddy’s estimate a total of 14 feet. He was delighted. Witness his smile (and sweet hearted Natalie):

Elias my Occupational (upper body) therapist was also delighted:

Indeed it was a great ending to a crappy day. These people care about me and I am honored by their support. It felt good!