I had big plans for last weekend. I was looking forward to getting away for a couple of days by myself. It was meant to give me some downtime… to help my mental health. So, I packed-up my hunting gear and headed to the mountains of West Virginia.
Turns out, I didn’t step foot in the woods. I never entirely unpacked, for that matter.
If you haven’t heard about it yet through social media, Ryan has full-blown MRSA. He almost certainly picked it up years ago while hospitalized. Likely colonized — yet dormant — for years.
Now it has become active.
MRSA (Methicillin-Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus) is caused by a staph bacteria strain that’s resistant to most antibiotics. The infection can embed itself deep in the body, causing life-threatening infections by becoming systemic (i.e., attacking bones, joints, wounds, bloodstream, heart valves, and lungs).
MRSA is considered a “Super Bug” and can be difficult to defeat in a healthy person, but usually is. Ryan’s condition, coupled with his inability to tell us his symptoms, makes it exponentially more challenging. Only time will tell the outcome.
As of now, three days into treatment, I’m not seeing the improvement I was hoping. The best I can tell you is that the infections appears no worse. That isn’t necessarily a good thing either. It could indicate that treatment is only suppressing the infection and, hence, making it even more resistant as it mutates and adapts.
I’m really scared.
I’m probably more scared than typical because I haven’t slept since Sunday morning. Ryan was without overnight nursing coverage the past two nights (which has become the weekly norm since October). Sure, the physical effects of sleep deprivation are tough enough, but it wreaks havoc on mental well-being too.
I’m fairly certain this lifestyle is killing me. How can it not?