Tonight we had Panda Express for supper! I look on it as a celebration (found out that the enbrel support card really works… I’m hoping that what they cover will come off my deductible… but I’m not counting on it… I’m just happy it is less awful… I don’t have to feel as incredibly guilty about taking care of myself).
I found out we were having Panda and made the comment that, yay, panda… and that I was happy for any excuse to make me happy since I’m doing two stomach shots that any excuse for a woohoo is excuse enough.
Apparently people were not aware that I was getting shots in the stomach… they were rather shocked. I guess if I didn’t know what it was like to get them, and I found out that someone I knew was getting two shots a week in the tummy, I would have been shocked too. Thinking back over the last few months, I still remember the cold fear of knowing that I would be doing this for the rest of my life… for the rest of my life… It kind of is sobering.
I didn’t realize that fessing up to the people I work with that I take shots like this would be such a big deal.
I mean, yeah, it is a big deal… but it really isn’t…
I just do what I have to do to stay as healthy as I can.
it is what it is.