Here's the back history for those who haven't been following:
In August I was hit by a car while riding my bike. The bike had about $100 of damage which has been repaired. I was taken to the ER and checked out; nothing major.
Maybe a month later a spot that was utterly unremarkable started swelling; it caused my foot to swell up so much I couldn't get my shoe on. The skin was peeling around the center of the area and then it kind of collapsed in on itself and turned into an open, weeping wound. I self-treated the best I could for a few days and then decided it was beyond my ability to take care of on my own. The catch was that my health insurance had come to an end a few days after the bike accident. I finally made an appointment at a local sliding scale clinic (where I did not qualify for discounted care because I have a temp gig that makes too much money - the two months where I was out of work and I'm still not caught up on the bills from don't matter). The doctor gave me an injection of a high dose antibiotic, took a wound culture, and sent me home with a prescription for a double dose of an oral antibiotic. The preliminary diagnosis: MRSA.
I went back after the end of the oral antibiotic run and they rounded up the lab results from the wound culture. It apparently didn't test as MRSA after all, and both of the antibiotics given should have been effective. The infection was mostly cleared out and the drainage had almost completely stopped, and so I was taken off of the antibiotics and told that this type of wound heals slowly and I should soak it twice a day etc etc. That would be virtually impossible for me, though, since I'm out of the house from 6 am until 10:30 pm or later five days a week. I did the best I could, taking fresh dressings with me so I could at least swab and clean the ulcer along the way.
It's been a little bit more than two weeks - and the infection is raging again. The hole in my skin is getting larger (though it's not like the horrific necrotizing fasciitis you hear about on TV - we're talking a few mm larger in each direction) and is draining off enough yellow fluid that I've gone from using gauze dressings to cutting a maxi-pad in half - and finding that to be pretty well soaked at the end of the day. And now it has become painful, which it hasn't been until now. I know I have to go back to the doctor, but each trip there is a financial hardship for me and the earliest appointment I can get isn't until the 13th.
But worst of all is the general malaise that's come along with this. I'm not sick enough to stay home from work or school; I don't have a fever. But I DO have a feeling of not-quite-nausea, and I'm achy and distracted. It's kind of like being borderline hung over, except that I haven't had a drink since the 4th of July. I'm not productive at work and my schoolwork is suffering. Add some pretty serious depression on top of it all. I can't tell where the physical symptoms end and the emotional/psychological ones begin. I'm really tired of feeling bad.