Well, I have had the worst two weeks possible.
Work has been a nightmare, my colleagues will not help me with my duties as first aider, and have basically made me feel like a freak - if it wasn't for the teachers who think I am wonderful for all I do for them, I think I would have just walked. I have cried so much, and the pain I have experienced has been the worst yet. My boss is so out of touch with emoition, pain and cooperation - its a joke!
Still - Cimzia arrived on Thursday, and so Friday morning, feeling so tired, weak, emotionally drained and so sensitive, I sat on my daughters desk chair in the bathroom, with my hubby at my knees, speaking so softly and encouragingly, holding my syringes (I had three to do - 2 x cimzia and 1 x meth) and one by one I started to inject. I have learnt that stress causes the most pain, and oh boy did it hurt - I felt every drop, and when I finished I cried like a baby in my hubby's arms. My daughter, who hates needles, was telling me I was a brave bunny and she loved me so much, from the comforts of her bedroom!
So one big deep breath, I dried my tears and smiled - this was the first day of a new start for me, I know it wont happen over night, but I did it!!! (by the way I hate needles - I cry when I have my blood tests done - so sad!)
This isn't a blog for sympathy, I was just so encouraged by all your answers to my previous question, that I was hoping that my experience might relate to someone else - or better still give hope to someone (like me) who feels scared and felt lonely!
Thank you for everyone who has put a comment on any of my blogs or questions - you will never know how much they mean to me!!
Bless you all - and happy Saturday!!