Thanks for all this feedback. Doctors, nurses, and lots of other people told me and my hubby lots of things we had never heard, about how to prevent and live through this infection and stay healthy.
1. We were each prescribed tubes of ointment to apply in each nostril with a Q-tip, twice a day, until I was completely well.
2. We had to stop using bar soap, forever and switch to antibacterial liquid body wash. For 2 weeks we had to use prescription wash liquid once a day. (Phisohex) can't spell it!
3. We were never to share towels, wash cloths, shavers, etc.
4. We had to spray bleach in the tub and shower after each use.
5. We were told to use the antibacterial gel many times a day. The nurse said when you use it, you have to rub your hands together until they are dry, or it doesn't work.
6. We were told to bleach and wash all bed clothes, blankets, pillows, clothes, all towels, & basically everything we came in contact with.
7. This is gross, but they also said not to put your finger into your nose, because the staph is in everyone's nose. If you do that, don't touch a thing or scratch anywhere on our bodies, until you scrub our cuticles, nails and hands, in general.
Note: My staph spot was my lower abdomen and I couldn't see it without looking into a mirror. I had to have lots of help. We also noticed that the center of it was in one of my many stretch marks, from my two pregnancies. That is a place where the skin is so very thin. My primary doctor told me people get it in sweat glands, even.
8. Also told us not to let the draining liquid touch anything or any part of our bodies. If it happened to come in contact with another part of our bodies, or anything else, to immediately use alcohol wipes or the liquid and clean, clean, clean wherever it touched. Believe me, we start to get a little paranoid.
9. I was told to rest and have hubby change my dressings carefully, no showering until all drainage is gone. It was Christmas and none of my little grand kids could come to my house during the whole holiday. (That was my choice) We managed to get with them in a cabin, my dad built. I was hurting so very bad, I don't remember very much about Christmas.
I still think I got it somehow, when my hubby was in the hospital Dec. 6th for tests on his heart. Of course, all the hospital staff, and others denied that I could have gotten it in their hospital. Well, they are certainly not going to admit it, even if they already knew it was possible. I totally believe that is where I got it.
Let me just say how fast it advanced. I discovered the spot in the middle of one of my stretch marks on my abdomen on a Friday evening. Saturday, I noticed the redness and the soreness, because it felt like a golf ball inside. So that evening Hubby and I went to a Direct Care facility, and some weirdo lady Dr. acted like it was no big deal. She only told me to put hot moist heat on it several times a day. By Sunday, I had a low fever and couldn't even go to church. That afternoon, the celluloses was worse, the knot inside me grew to about the size of a tennis ball. I also got the chills. So we made the decision to go to the ER this time. We sat forever to get in, but the doctor that looked at it, said he knew exactly what it was and started preparing to open it up. He also said he sees one of these things almost every day in the ER. It was definitely MRSA. I was in so much pain. I grabbed my hubby's hand and the doctor took a huge syringe with a huge needle and told me deadening wouldn't work on the spot, so he proceeded to stick that needle directly into the middle of the abscess, which had continued to grow within a few hours, to the size of a grapefruit. I didn't scream, but I would have rather given birth again. My sweet hubby said I was tougher than he thought I would be. The doctor dug around deep inside the spot for what seemed like hours, and suctioned out the junk. Then he use an entire roll of gauze to pack it and poked it about a million times before he got it all in there. Then told me to come back in a couple of days to let him remove the packing. Let me tell you, the packing was as painful as the abscess. What I am trying to tell people is, that these things grow extremely fast and the lady doctor had no business sending me home to use hot compresses. We figured she probably knew exactly what it was and just didn't want to mess with it. Well, by Tuesday, still in severe pain, we went back to the ER and the same doctor decided to remove the packing. He pulled and pulled and pulled. With each tug, I felt like I did when he was digging around in the abscess, itself. I had to get on super powerful antibiotics, that made me so sick to my stomach, a huge tetanus shot, another super powerful shot of antibiotics. Had to start taking lots of oral antibiotics. Then I had to come back for a fourth recheck, and by that time I had thrush in my mouth, everything tasted salty, and got a yeast type rash all around the top of my thighs. I hope I am not getting too graphic, so please understand. I am trying to help others to not wait and hope something like this goes away on its own. Just to be on the safe side, I would say, go check it out early.
If anyone has any questions, please feel free to ask. I wouldn't wish one of these things on anyone.
Hopefully, I haven't bored you.
Thanks for listening,
Darla