To Be or Not To Be (One of these): Strep or Staph

Big joy. I have, most likely, a staph infection from a mosquito bite on the front of my calf that I was lucky to score when I was in Florianopolis over the weekend. The wound wouldn´t stop crying and seemed to be getting worse, blistering and all, so I headed to the doctor (free!) this morning on the Ilha do Mel, a gorgeous island that reminds me of Boipeba, where I went last year when I was in Brazil. The doctor can´t tell if i~t´s either the staph or strep bacteria, but it~s definitely one of them.
So my next trip was to go deep in the jungle, but this puts a hold on things (drat!!). The couple Im traveling with want to wait it out with me, and I have to admit being stranded on this island isnt actually a bad thing at all. Being the worrywart that I am, I really hope that after my 10 day antibiotic dosage is over, this bacteria will really be gone; if you let staph infections continue, the offending part of the body could get amputated.
The mosquitoes are fucking fierce here. I write this post covered in DEET but I am not sure that it is actually working. Big-ass stinging bugs aside though, this island is lined with tropical forests, soft, powdery white sand and little bed and breakfasts. I´m enjoying this bit of paradise quite a bit and spent the first few hours of today in a hammock. Bliss...