The beginning

I had just finished my first year of law school and almost immediately after my last final was finished, my body began to fail me. I had already been plagued with head to toe psoriasis for months on end, but something else was wrong now and I didn't know what. I would later discover I was battling a MRSA blood infection. At the time however, I thought I was perhaps recovering from a stressful school year. Although I woke up every day and forced myself to go to my internship, it was a struggle just to keep my head up. I would sleep 12 hours a night, sit at a desk all day guzzling caffeine, and still be beyond exhausted all the time. When I drove some where I would sit in my car for 30 minutes or more in the parking lot with the heat blasting (despite it being 80 degrees outside) trying to work up the energy to walk inside. After a couple of weeks I just gave up completely and spent 4 days in bed with a temperature that fluctuated from 95 to 105. I new I needed to go to the hospital but I still thought the problem was my psoriasis. After those four days, I hobbled slowly to my mom's car and she drove me to the emergency room. It is 7 months later and I still haven't been able to walk unaided since then. 

I was admitted to the hospital to receive steroid treatment for my psoriasis. Unlike many unfortunate sufferers of MRSA who are misdiagnosed for months or years, they ran a blood culture on me right away and discovered the problem. They put me on IV Vanco - every 8 hours for 2 weeks. Two weeks later my infection was gone, along with any trace of energy or strength I had. At this point, I could no longer stand, sit up, or turn over in bed. Because of this, I didn't go home after the Vanco was finished but on to a second hospital where I supposed to be rehabbed. I owe my life to the care I received at the initial hospital I went to. Because of the wonderful job they did I was naive in thinking I could trust all doctors to really take care of me and do what was best for me. I was beyond wrong, and like many people, I have paid a high price for this misjudgment and will likely now be permanently disabled. At this point, my emergency MRSA infection had been treated but I was still left with the chronic issue of reoccurring MRSA as well as my psoriasis. Western medicine dropped the ball and not only failed to help me but actively harmed me in their misguided attempts. Don't let this be your story too, if you are not in an emergency situation like a blood infection, take the time to extensively research the side effects of proposed treatments, and genuinely consider natural aids like those described on this site. It may seem stupid or tedious, but you have no idea how much I wish I had been less trusting of traditional medicine, and I have a lot of time to wish it since I have been essentially bed ridden for 7 months now.

This blog will serve as an outlet for my story and and my battle with MRSA. I hope my struggle with MRSA and experience with both traditional and non-traditional medicine will help other people find a way to treat their MRSA and perhaps get rid of it once and for all. I plan to update at least a few times a week, and posts will vary between sharing my past experience and detailing my daily journey. Stay Tuned!

-Chelsea