[QUOTE=usalsfyre;7230723]Or you were never truly infected. The hyperbole here is almost intolerable.
Agreed, on both points.
Funny how I just logged on to share a similar story though... just the other day...
Charge nurse wheels a young adult patient into my room, "weakness and body aches," she says to me. I look over at him and think "drug seeking heroin addict with crappy veins or REALLY sick." I drop what I'm doing and go over to pt. Pt had walked in stating "I don't feel good." Dark complexion but face distinctly purple. Charge nurse and I look at each other, she walks off. I say to pt "can you stand up? We need to get your clothes off, put you in a gown and get you into bed." Stands with assist, I am face to face with pt as I help remove shirt. Petechiae over back. Pt states "my neck hurts and I just feel horrible, I have for the last three days." I lay pt in the bed and immediately walk to the charge nurse. Pt is put in negative pressure room, new nurse takes over as I start documenting triage. We all know this is meningitis until proven otherwise. I finish triage, wash my hands and get back to my work. Rocephin 2g almost free flowed, vanco started, within hour pt apneic, tubed, shortly thereafter goes pulseless, almost all nurses are now working on pt, everyone has on N95 that we have been fit tested for. Significant other at bedside throughout hour and twenty minute code. By this time pt is in DIC, chest can barely be compressed, pt almost completely purple, about 40 minutes in doctor sums up interventions aloud (levo, dopamine, FFP, epis, bicarb, amio,etc) asks "does anyone have any objections to calling this code, all staff stops and thinks, significant other has just before this stepped out with primary nurse, one nurse states "Pt has a young child you guys, we gotta keep trying." Code resumes. Death pronounced 2 hours and 26 minutes after pt walked in. Confirmed Neiserria meningitidis A/Y. No one had to beg for prophylaxis. Infection control woke up early and came in, we all got our cipros and then two of us stayed over for four hours and, with masks on, triaged and prophylaxed 20 members of family that had seen pt at a BBQ two days before.
Coroner and Dept Public Health notified. Family a wreck, able to see pt only through glass of window. Truly macabre scene.
I went home and slept. Woke up around 8 pm (I work nights), first thought was of the pt, could see his face. I sighed, put on a suit and tie, (I love suits, makes up for working in PJs) and took a nice relaxing walk to the local wine bar. Ate a roasted Spanish pumpkin with the seeds and drank two glasses of Beaujolais, then had fresh pasta with a rabbit ragu and two glasses of Sangiovese. I sat there quietly, peacefully, thinking and enjoying the food and the wine, the fact that I was alive and marveling at that little tiny Cipro, thinking that Neisseria, the sun , all of us, the moon... we're all made up of them same elements, just in different arrangements. As I walked home I called my little brother and told him I loved him and that he is a punk for not calling our parents or seeing them as often as he should. The parents of two of our childhood friends have passed in the last few weeks, I reminded him.
I got home, undressed, brushed my teeth and laid down in bed. I picked up The Brothers Karamazov (modern translation by the husband and wife team, much better than Garnet's in my opinion). I finished Part I which ends with Alyosha praying before getting into bed:
... The confusion in his soul suddenly passed. "Lord, have mercy on them all today, unhappy and stormy as they are, preserve and guide them. All ways are yours: save them according to your ways. You are love, you will send joy to all!" Alyosha murmured, crossing himself and falling into a serene sleep.