posted on Oct, 11 2015 @ 10:09 AM
I was working doing fiber optic cable buries and cable installs in houses and businesses down in Indiana until about 2 weeks ago. I worked with a
relative who is trying to keep his business afloat. There is good reason he is failing as he is a serious narcissist who, as narcissists will never
admit because they see themselves as perfect, cannot understand why no one wants to work for him or do business with him. But that is a different
I was doing a cable install in the filthiest living space I have ever seen. Roaches everywhere, dog and cat feces and urine all over floors that
hadn't been cleaned in who knows how long?. Something bit me just above my right knee as I knelt to run a cable and do some fittings, adapters,
splitters and so on....Didn't think much of it at the time because I was busy and had been bitten by bugs many times before in my life....
I noticed afterward that the bite was particularly painful and was beginning to swell up more than such things usually do. A few days later a sore
appeared on my leg that resembled eczema. I though " damn, that stuff is permanent and hard to treat"....I have a brother who has it and really
didn't want to deal with that stuff like he does....
A week or so later the sore had grown to the size of a quarter from being no more than a tiny red spot and I began to feel really sick. I figured it
was the flu considering the season, I drove on with my cable bury/install mission sick or not, while this relative I work with kept running his mouth
and driving me crazy day after day.
One day I was feeling particularly ill on my drive one and one half hours to the area we were working and this prick began to scream at me while I
was trying to drive. I pulled over and got out and found my way the forty miles back where I was living and started packing my stuff to leave. I knew
this chapter was over and if i weren't in such a weakened state I would not have let this childish person get on my nerves so much to make such a
The guy still owes me about a months worth of pay, Oh well....
Got to my fallback living space up here in the north where it gets too cold in the winter and a week or so later the sores were spreading all over my
thigh. I got kind of scared and went to the VA hospital. The doctors there were taking turns looking at my leg (about a dozen of them) trying to
figure out what this stuff was on my leg. They didn't really do anything for me other than draw a bunch of blood, take swabs for culture and send me
off with a prescription for clindamycin
hcl 150 mg, 4 x a day for however long the medication holds out. The stuff makes me feel worse still....
I was going through emails and came across one from an unfamiliar name and read it. It was a doctor at the VA trying to contact me to inform me that
my lesions cultured and proved to be MRSA...EEK....They sent me a prescription in the mail with an antiobiotic called moxifloxacin hcl 400 mg. I did
some research into this moxifloxacin or AVELOX as it is called. I found that this particular antibiotic was the one I read about when I was
researching the clindamycin prescribed earlier. I was glad clindamycin wasn't one of those antibiotics that are called "fluoroquinolones" which are
particularly powerful with particularly harsh side effects in some cases.
I kept researching this stuff and decided I wasn't going to take this stuff at all....
I guess this turned out to be not so much a post about MRSA as it is about antibiotics. MRSA is a result of overuse and abuse of antibiotics. I try
to tell people around me this but they still insist it has something to do with cleanliness or something and avoid me like the plague. Babbling this
and that about it being a "nosocomial" infection that is only found in nursing homes and hospitals.
Ge whiz, people who work in hospitals and nursing homes do tend to go do things outside the place where they work on occasion. There is no way to
completely sterilize one's hands and clothes after exposure as people have often tried to tell me, other than to wash the clothes in hot water and
dry them on high. Hands and skin?, good luck.
The stuff is no longer only found in medical care facilities. The stuff is actually in the food chain. MRSA is more from the abuse of antibiotics in
beef and pork operations than from medical facilities. It was only a matter of time.
I have rather substantial medical training by the way. My favorite subjects in college was bacteriology/microbiology. I trained to be a scrub tech
or what is called a surgical technician. The one who defends the sterile field and instruments from contamination, a task that is absolutely not
possible and a job where the surgical technician is the one scrutinized when that impossible thing is not achieved.