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Show 324 Staph I am so hot. My arm is so very sore. I open my eyes and can see that my arm is propped onto pillows, red and very swollen. Flo, my nurse, is standing next to my bed, checking the medications on the IV pole. I am more awake now and realize that I have recently come back from surgery. "Why am I so hot?" I am asking. "You have a fever," she is saying. Dr. Emerson has come into the room. "You've picked up a staph infection," he is saying, "in your Porta-Cath." I would have thought that if such a thing would be anywhere, it would have been in the new graft in my arm. I am now noticing that I am bandaged heavily over the PortaCath site as well. "We changed out the Porta-Cath and we're zapping you with some heavy-duty antibiotics," he is adding. "But you're going to have to stay awhile longer until we get it under control." Once again, it appears I am consigned to this hospital and to this room. Dr. Emerson has left and Flo is telling me what hospital gossip I have missed over the months I have been an outpatient. I have lived here long enough to care about who has married whom and |
