Ok so I 'passed' the tests and said I would but at 7.15 this morning (yes..I know 7.15) a sharp knock on the door and a signature later I was presented with four doses of the rather expensive Humira. Having got that far I realised I had a serious case of Cold Feet. And not the kind that could be remedied with a hot pack.
I am now left with the limbo phase where I have the drug but have to now wait for the nurse to show up. In the meantime I suspect my feet will get even colder. Despite being needle phobic it is not that which is the problem
This week , despite a massive flare which left me bedbound for a day and pretty poorly for the rest of the week, I have convinced myself that I don't need this drug. Who needs the idea that you will inject something which could do you more harm than good? The possible risks to my health seem huge.
Then enters realism in the form of Mr hubby...ok hun..you can exist like this if you like..no one is making you take the Humira..but you could LIVE so much better if you give it a go..no what ifs either. Plus ..(he apologised in advance for the proceeding guilt trip) so many people would love to have the chance of trying these drugs and don't get it..it costs so much and you have it there waiting for you in our fridge.
mmm my feet are beginning to thaw slowly...maybe by the time my nurse arrives they will be suitable warm and I will be ready...
Maybe...