π₯π₯ We found each other hungry, and we bit each other as fire bites... leaving wounds in us. Wait for me. Keep for me your sweetness. I will give you too a rose.πΉ~Pablo Neruda
MRSA, spent a week in the hospital on IV antibiotics for this infection. If I stood it would drain on its own. Gave him a squeeze and a long black string came out. Surgeon, told me it was a vein. Had to pack it for two weeks after.
