After the ER visit on Monday, I was told to stay off of my feet, keep my leg elevated, keep heat on the wound, and check in with my regular doctor on Wednesday.
The one thing I have always liked about my relationship with my doctor is that there is never any BS on either side. If there is something wrong, he will let me know it. After he unwrapped my leg, there was a very long pause on his part before he said, "This is really bad, Tom, really bad." He didn't pull any punches. Where the previous outbreaks have been about the size of a half dollar, this time it was from just below the knee down to just above my ankle. My calf was four times the size of my left calf. He said that he wasn't sure that we could treat the MRSA without surgery to remove all of the "junk."
Finally we decided to try the Infectious Disease Center in town. So for the last two days I have gone down to their office, saw a doctor that I was not exactly thrilled with, and then sent to the other side of the clinic to have an IV of mega antibiotics. I get to go back again both Saturday and Sunday, but just for the IV - no doctor chat. Monday is my day to rest, and then I get to go back and see my favorite new doctor on Tuesday. Hopefully she will give me a reason to celebrate my birthday.