Well, Monday morning I left Denver and drove all day to Seward, Nebraska, which is just outside Lincoln. Then I got up Tuesday and drove the rest of the way to the Twin Cities, arriving at about 2:30pm. By about 6:00pm my left hand was starting to hurt something awful. I just chalked it up to moving, that I probably smashed it while unloading something. By 9:00pm, I couldn't use my left hand and I was starting to get a little scared. My middle finger was rapidly swelling, and the swelling and heat were going all the way up to my wrist. I called a friend of mine in Denver who is a doctor to get her advice. She suggested that I go to urgent care in the morning, but then changed her mind and suggested I go to the ER instead. Well, I have such a huge deductible that an ER visit is out of the question, so I was going to have a very painful night. I could hardly sleep.
So the first time I ventured out of my new apartment? To go to urgent care. The diagnosis? A staph infection in my hand. Not awesome. And also terrifying. I have two different kinds of heavy duty antibiotics now and strict instructions about what to do with cuts on my hands in the future. I never thought it could get so out of control, but apparently it is relatively common. And I am still in some pretty excruciating pain. Although today (after my first three doses of antibiotics) I am feeling a lot better.
So quite the welcome to my new home. And a good lesson about washing cuts and taking care of them when they happen. Yikes!