I went in for a “big deal” heart surgery. I suffered a stroke during surgery and contracted MRSA.
What was to be a 6 to 8 day stay in the hospital, turned out to be 2 solid months of hell in that hospital. Due to the MRSA, they had to cut into my chest 3 additional times because the crap was eating me alive.
Where I should have had a small zipper scar, I was left with a gash that looks like I was hit with an axe. Of course this ruined my chances of becoming a male swimsuit model for the over 60 guys, but I am learning to cope with that.
With 24/7 morphine and oxys for pain during those 2 months, I became an addict. The took a few months to clear up my head and body... but I made it.
I certainly can’t say what caused my MRSA, but I do remember that shortly after the initial surgery, an older nurse touched my chest wound with her bear hands. I told my wife and she got the lady removed from my care.
MRSA, without a doubt... sucks.
Looks like you’re over it so I’m glad to see that part. I think I’ll avoid hospitals if I can.