A new sing along written to commemorate the test results of the culture done on the pus that was extracted from the gigantic abscess that was residing until recently in my right armpit.
(to the tune of "YMCA")
Uh-oh, what's that bump on my arm?
Why's it hurting, giving cause for alarm?
Jesus, more crap causing me harm.
Off I go back to the doctor.
Oh crap, it sucks I've got M-R-S-A!
They've just confirmed I've got the M-R-S-A!
Man that's just what I need,
Another illness to feed!
Once again I lash out - why me?
No sir, we don't get to share clothes.
I said, too bad - I just spent lots of dough
On new towels and Purel on-the-go.
Now I've got to go wash my hands
That's what you do when you're M-R-S-A
Been diagnosed with fucking M-R-S-A
It's infectious you see,
You do not want a hug.
It's a classified super-bug!
(fading out)
M-R-S-A
It's not so fun when you've got M-R-S-A
Friday, March 21, 2008
Superbug
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Make sure you have a really good hand lotion and use it every night before going to bed. My hands are still cracked and dry from when I was using Purel often after Melissa was born. its nasty stuff if you use it for a long time.
Deb
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