Thanks y'all for the reassuring emails and comments.
Turns out I am actually the most high-reactive-psycho-with-impaired-self-diagnosing-abilities.
Proof that one should never diagnose/treat oneself.
I guess when you spend the summer in a pit of MRSA it is bound to be on your list of differentials but really ABB? Really?? Gad! I am so annoyed with myself for jumping to that conclusion (and depleting my Bactrim stash).
IDIOT. IDIOT. IDIOT.
Stress does really weird things to rational thought processes. Really weird things. Funny how I can be calm when someone starts bleeding out of their eye sockets in front of me but when I have a few bumps of folliculitis on my leg I completely fly off the handle.
I am actually so embarrassed I thought about taking the original MRSA post down, but then thought, no...I'll leave it as a reminder to myself of what happens when I turn into an irrational medical student/emergency nurse.
I promise I will use this event as a lesson for the future.