Day of Healing with MRSA

Today I sat waiting the word from the doctor on if I would be returning to the hospital or the nurse would continue treating me. I had been in the hospital about three weeks ago with MRSA. If you have been reading about this horrible infection, I can tell you it is very real and nobody is exempt from getting it. When a person gets it they will think it is a small sore pimple. The first day of two it will feel very sore then bang, Your hit. When it is done and read to move on, within minutes it will turn into a large sore growing fast under the skin. In some cases the individual will be at the hospital before it opens up. They should be in surgery. However, I stayed home and placed warm, moist compresses on it. They it broke open. The smell was like someone was rotten and nobody could be near me without vomitting. It ran out of me and soaked a towel within the 20 minutes to the hospital. Within a hour I was being transferred to a larger hospital by ambulance. They needed to have several surgeons on hand and I would more then likely go to ICU.
When I reached the other hospital, They were gowned, gloves and masked. The doctors wasted no time. I.V. bags were added, to fight this infection and soon they had put me out. When I woke up, I had this large bandage on my leg, it had traveled so fast that most my thigh was nothing but open meat showing. It had to heal from the inside out and they had to see it every few hours to make sure it was not growing or I would be returning to surgery.
I am alive but not out of danger, Everyday it is measure and a call to the doctor is made to deside what is next for my nurse to do. So far It seems to be doing good. However, I am not looking forward to tomorrow, because it looks like it grew an inche sense early this morning. I am hoping it is my imagination.
Anyways, Everyone do make sure your wash your hands through out the day time. If I go to the doctors, my hands are now washed and cloths changed once I am home. My adult children now change they children and wash them after they return home from outings. This is not something to play with, I am alive. Most people do not live to talk about it. So trust me this is my second time with MRSA. I live in a small town and work from home, but yet I am a victim of this terrible flesh eating infection.