lesson learned.

This day started out wonderful, got to sleep late, had a huge bowl of captain crunch (my personal fav), and then headed out to the pool. Well that's where the good ended. I called my doctor back, and he said that he for sure wanted me to take the Humira. He also said I was going to have to go ahead and take the booster dose, consisting of four shots, one right after the other, all in the stomach. And then, to add to my joy, he wanted me to start them today. And what's more, I had to do the pens instead of the syringe. Talk about being a complete basket case. Thankfully my sweet mother offered to meet me up there. Go ahead and think about the worst shot you've ever gotten, multiply that times 5 and that's what one of these shots felt like. And I had four. I'm pretty much a walking accident waiting to happen so pain and I are pretty well acquainted but I have never experienced anything so terrible. Now I feel like I have been sucker punched in the stomach and have four lovely bruises to go along with it. Two weeks from today I get two more. Then I start the maintenance dose which will be one shot every two weeks. I've  always said I couldn't handle being a diabetic because I couldn't stand having to give myself shots all the time. Well uh...He proved me wrong. Lesson learned. Don't tell the Lord what you can't handle because He'll prove to you the hard way that you can. I pray this gets better.