MRSA? Seriously?!
So, when I went to the doctor, she gave me the diagnosis in the worst case scenario guess of MRSA. She took samples and sent them to be cultured.
When I told my mother about the diagnosis, she got defensive and was bitching and moaning about my doctor's bedside manner.
When I found out that it can spread from person to person, I decided to stay inside tomorrow and hold off on any outside trips.
The self-imposed quarantine is because I might have gotten it from my parents who work in germy environments. I could have gotten it from a customer that doesn't bathe at mom's bakery or from a sick person dining at the restaurant dad works at. My parents might have passed it along.
I don't know the exact details, but I think my doctor was high. (Marijuana is legal for all purposes in my state of Washington) Why else would she shock me.
My knowledge on MRSA prior to the diagnosis was from checking out plush microbes and speaking of which, I have one of anthrax that was a reminder of my teen years to wash my hands after bringing the mail in.
Personal Quote: "I like my men like my sodas: tall boys." (Zevia has both 12 and 16 oz options)
(P.S. I'm about 5' (150cm) in height and easily scared)