I am awake again in the middle of the night not able to sleep or with the most horrific nightmares creeping all over me when I do manage to fall asleep. They nave nothing directly to do with MRSA except tonight is the second time I have had nightmare and all through it I had a bad taste in my mouth that I couldn’t get rid of like the bitter, sweet, cloying taste of rotted raw meat. I wake with the taste still the for some time until all of the horror of the nightmare fades.
I did however think of something as I woke that made me wonder if the thought was subconsciously giving me nightmares.
I saw another doctor today, a PA again, and got exactly the same non-reaction to MRSA as I wrote about before although this one at least tried to not sow how superior she felt. And my thought was this: I keep going to different doctors looking for one with the same views I have on CA MRSA and yet haven’t yet tried the “impossible” ~ to change one of their opinions. Isn’t that why I do all of this that I do for MRSA? To create awareness? Don’t I “joke” that their white coats don’t make them gods? But I am just walking away from a person who could possibly really spread the correct word if she just got it! OK. A new vow. To do everything I can to change the pre-set mind of a physician or PA about CA MRSA. This one talked about just lancing the boils when people come in like it was a bothersome pimple she was treating! She chided me that very few people actually die unless they get it in their blood stream and that only happens in very rare, extreme, cases according to her. She said that a serious reaction like what was taken in the Netherlands would just cause unnecessary panic here. I have to look up Panic’s part in Mythology again. I know my part with it. I’m keeping on instilling the fear of CA MRSA in everyone I come across including the doctors if I at all can. Perseverance was my first thought on spreading the word and will be my last like Peter the Apostle.