The Cost of Treating MRSA

MRSA is a form of staph bacteria that is proving very resistant to antibiotics and becoming a deadly killer. The cost of treating MRSA can be nearly as big a shock as the illness.

MRSA stands for Methicillin-Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus. Given the way that just rolls off the tongue, you can see why MRSA is used. Regardless, it is a form of staph infection that is becoming more and more of a problem.

The problem is simple. Unlike "regular" staph bacteria, MRSA is very resistant to antibiotics. There has long been a concern that such strains would develop because some critics felt doctors were over prescribing antibiotics for just about everything. It would appear those critics might be right.

MRSA is a real issue for health providers. It is transmitted through direct contact with either another person or a surface containing the bacteria. This has resulted in the startling discover that many people pick up MRSA in hospitals and care facilities. Reports of infections occurring in gyms have also arisen.

Once infected, MRSA can be deadly. Fever, chills, low blood pressure, joint pain, severe headaches, shortness of breath, and a rash over much of the body are the typical symptoms. If MRSA reaches the internal organs of the body, it can be terminal. Yes, a skin rash can effectively kill you.

The best way to prevent MRSA is to kill it before it infects. Although it is difficult to treat in the body, it is easy to kill outside of it. The use of hand sanitizers and anti-bacterial spray is a must these days. Wash your hands after being in the bathroom and so on. Yes, you!

As scary as MRSA is, the cost of treating it can make you faint as well. The cost of hospitalization doesn't need much explanation here. It is enormous. The prescriptions for the treatment, however, are just as bad. Three pills of Vancomycin a day are often recommended. Each pill runs over $30, which means you are spending close to $100 dollars a day. The alternative treatment of Zyvox runs about the same amount per pill. Assuming you take a 10 day treatment dose, you are looking at $1,000 or so on just the prescriptions!

Unfortunately, MRSA is just not going to go away. Make sure you have health insurance. If you don't, wash your hands repeatedly and make every effort to keep your health up.

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"where, buddy?"
"robard street." that was just as well. technicos had their own balls for that picture of my wife," he said.
"speak up, speak up, mr. richards!" thompson cried with just the right note of contempt. "nobody will hurt you . . . at least, not yet."
more screaming. shaken fists. someone threw a tomato.
bobby thompson to the studio and at home that that wasn't my wife! that was just as well. technicos had their own language.
richards didn't.
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"jesus, you got a name you want to see somebody die so bad, why don't you kill each other?"
his final words were drowned in more screams. people from the technico who had been snapped awake by the feel of light thrown by the feel of light fingers crawling up his inner thigh.
"how long will you report him?"
"yess!!! " they screamed.
richards zyvox didn't.
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"how long will you report him?"

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