I once inexplicably caught a staph infection in a badly sprained ankle that was misdiagnosed and ignored until my fever spiked to 105F.
Some time in the early a.m., my mom came downstairs when she heard the TV on. I was hiding behind the ottoman watching an episode of TJ Hooker. She asked me what I was doing, and I whisper-yelled, “Mom! Be quiet! I’m on a stakeout!”
I was in the hospital by breakfast and stayed there for a couple weeks–damn near lost my left foot but was saved by some emergency surgery.
There’s no reason to panic over an illness, but you gotta take it seriously just in case it turns into a worst-case scenario. (I’m looking your way USA.)
