Yesterday was my 9th humira injection. The side effects are nearly gone now, but I still learned an important lesson.
Don’t even think about giving youself an injection until that epipen has been out of the stupid fridge for at least 45 minutes.
I talk a big game about how yes, the injection is painful but it’s loads better than the pain of AS but yesterday made me reconsider that sentiment for 15 excruciating seconds. I’m over it now. Mostly.
Ultimately 15 seconds is small change compared to even the edges of pain I had over the weekend. I’m leading a better life than I have in a long time and that’s worth a lot.
I went to Berlin two weekends ago and rode a bicycle around town! And walked up approximately 15 million stairs and played kegelbahn. I went to the V&A last weekend and got to see my kid’s smiley face when he realised we were all going out together instead of just him and his dad. I’m going on a country walk this weekend.
Rebirth is everywhere!
I’m being a little sarcastic because of how I’m not comfortable with genuine emotion. But really, truly things are getting so much better.