Merry Christmas to Me

So if I haven't mentioned it, this semester has been kind of . . . eventful. And by eventful, I mostly mean crisis-filled. What with the flooding of my apartment, my development of allergies to something in my apartment, the near-lethal spider bite, and the day when my external hard-drive over-heated and took all of my semester's work with it, this has not been the easiest few months.

But recently, everything had been going much smoother. Classes were fun and I was doing pretty well, I'd made some good friends, and have even ventured into a stable, not-f'ed up relationship. The only slight trouble was that I seemed to have become more clumsy than normal, and often found myself bumping into things or tripping. Hardly a big deal, I thought.

SO NOT TRUE. The weekend after Thanksgiving, I "tripped and fell and scraped my shin." Annoying, but I didn't think it was a big deal. Until it became clear that the scrape wasn't healing. I went to a doctor. She said it was infected. She gave me antibiotics and told me to come back if it didn't get better. It didn't get better. I went back, she informed me that an ABSCESS had formed and I was going to need to have it drained. Yikes. So I go to the surgeon she referred me to who informed me that they didn't drain abscesses--they just cut them out. So she numbed up my leg and cut a quarter-sized chunk out of my shin. When I went back the next day to have it checked out, I fainted and then spent 10 minutes throwing up from how much it hurt and how absolutely disgusting it looks. And now, just as it is starting to heal and hurt less, she has informed me that they got the tissue culture back on the abscess and it seems that I have MRSA. Yes, MRSA.

Merry Christmas to me.