I did it.
My first shot of Copaxone.
Jon and I both were trained for manual and auto-ject methods, practiced with saline syringes, then I did the real injection on my thigh. I have to use 7 different injection sites on my body, and rotate through them, in order to prevent permanent damage to my skin. Watching Jon's "dart-playing hands" made me very worried for the backs of my arms.
The shot itself?
It feels like you are being stung by a mob of angry bees. Then the stinging radiates out, then the redness spreads and a huge welt appears.
An hour later it still stings, and the welt is growing.
I suppose the skin reactions are better then the quasi-heart-attack though.
So, I muster on - somewhat reluctantly.
Thank goodness the children brought wine when they returned (thanks Mom and Erin).
Sometimes I feel like I have aged 10 years in the past 6 months.
I look in the cabinet that has been consumed by my medications and concoctions. Every single day I take 3 prescription pills, 6 supplements, and an injection. I am pretty sure I take more medication than all of my Grandparents combined. That makes me feel old.
I have to admit, I am a little scared to do my injection again tomorrow night. And I know that spending the entire day thinking about that will potentially make it a whole lot worse.
Thank god for therapy-Thursday. And the wine I am about to have.