Turns out that that fever is from a bug bite that I got sleeping at the lodge the night of the storm. I, being me, scratched the blazes out of it in my sleep and now have a consequent staph infection on my back side. I had thought that the adenopathy in my right inguinum was...what, well who cares I was sick dammit. Then last night Lynne saw me in the shower and noticed a bright red beacon of infection on my right lily white butt cheek with streaking around to....yup the same adenopathy. So today is the third day of the "feel bads", first day of antibiotics and hopefully one of the last days of febrility.
It's interesting how you can walk into a pharmacy here and ask "got any cloxacillin?", and they will simply ask how many you want. Good thing the UPenn Division of Infectious Disease signs my check and I have two close in-country friends who are ID docs. Now if they just had a magic wand they could wave over me....
In the grand scheme of things I'm a wuss. The hospital is full of very sick people. I have NOT seen a normal chest x-ray since resuming morning report two weeks ago. The stoicism of the Batswana can be incredible.
Go OMS!!
No comments:
Post a Comment