Methicillin resistance staphylococcus aureus infection

The recent outburst of a virulent strain of bacetria that resist many antibiotics appears to be killing more people annually than AIDS, empychma, or homicide, according to a study published this month in the Journal of the American Medical Association. The death of two teenage high school American Football players in Virgina is a tragic reminder of how Methicillin-resistance Staphylococcus Aeureus (MRSA) can prey on all of us.

Being said as infection mostly gay people, MRSA in fact has been found to be prone to people who are exposed to cut and scrapes, such as children and athelets, people who work in hospitals, have regular contact with health care workers, have recently taken such antibiotics as fluoroquinolones or cephalosporin, homosexual men indeed, military recruiters, and prisoners. MRSA typically spread by skin to skin contact, crowded conditions and the sharing of contaminated personal items.

MRSA infection symptoms is basically skin infection that started as a pimple, resembles boil or spider bite, but quickly worsens into an abscess or pus-filled blister or sore. Patients who have sores that won't heal or are filled with pus should be tested for MRSA infection. They should not try to squeeze or dry the sore since it could spread the infection to other parts of the skun or deeper into the body.

To avoid or lower the risk of MRSA infection, bathing regularly and washing hands before meals is just a start. Use antibacterial sanitizer after being in public places or have touch handrails and other highly trafficked surfaces are highly recommended. wash towels and sheets regularly, leave clothes in the dryer until they are completely dry. Remind kinds and teenager that personal items such as brushes, combs, razors, towels, makeup and cell phones ARE NOT TO BE SHARED.

Some people have posted the videos about MRSA in youtube.com, you could access it and get more information about the symptoms. Keep in mind that the videos are highly graphics.

The worried dreamer

Snap me back to reality, slap me pull my feet off the ground.
For I'm a worried dreamer keep flying and can't keep my eyes bound
Pretending to laugh when I'm all about to puke
Trashing the presence of all images but bruise

Beautiful children don't know what they miss
Mercedes bling-bling long legged anorexic freaks
No bikes no rain no rice without grain
No Hitler no Einstein no hard-punk rock no brain
Those craps those know-nothing people claim

They dont know life is not in MTV
Where golden teeth dude make out with rocking ass curvy
We lost, struggle, avoiding your eyes
Left alone with no momma no daddy's smile

So go, the worried dreamer
Steal the wings from the birds and fly
Forget about those who weren't there
Because it's just us, the worried dreamer, and the sky

I would let you be

"are you hitting on me?"

"would you let me be?"

How sweetly coincidental our nickname connected to each other, whether they were indeed purely coincidence or just one of demon's ways to tease me like it (now, but weirdly not then) normally does, I couldn't really tell. But hey, I think I've let you know that yes, I would let you be.

What we have are chemistry mathematics and mystics, from the calculation we did on the first trip in that damn cold cloudy Sunday full of delayed trains and long bus trip; to the time when we tried to logically talk each other out from our mysery amid the steaming smoke of our ramen and my hot-chilli-paste hissing.

Ours are astonishment and inopposite attraction, from the way we cursed Milan while at the same time worshipped Maldini; to each and every matching words we typed even before we knew what the other was going to say.

Ours are loneliness and curiousity, from the routine thirst of the other's company; to every minute we've shared listening to the other's story, dreams, and hope.

Ours are not biology nor physics, neither children's game nor barring approach. My adventure, your world. My books, your sports. My wandering mind, your focus. My youth and childish heart, your maturity. My balance, your archer.