Septic arthritis, cruel and deep, An infection where joints no longer sleep. Through bloodstream, injury, or surgical door, It enters the body, and pain it pours.
In knees, hips, and shoulders it loves to reside, Where joints once moved, now pain does abide. Swelling and redness, heat in its wake, Movement now slow, every step aches.
Fever will follow, the body's red flare, Warning of danger, a call to beware. Bacteria thrive, like 'Staph' and 'Strep', Spreading destruction with each painful step.
Though fungi and viruses sometimes invade, Bacterial forces lead this cruel parade. At risk are those with weakened defense, Joint replacements or injuries commence.
To find the cause, doctors delve in deep, Fluid from joints they carefully reap. Blood tests and images, the diagnosis clear, Swift treatment is needed, no time to spare.
Antibiotics begin the healing fight, But sometimes surgery may be the light. Draining the joint, relieving the strain, While therapy restores movement again.
Septic arthritis, a race against time, To save the joint from a painful decline. A medical crisis, no time to delay, With treatment, the pain may soon fade away.
