It's been 8 weeks officially. My GP was concerned about me becoming addicted to narcotics, so he wouldn't prescribe pain meds. But the unthinkable has happened, I'm now addicted to Enbrel. I feel a little spurt of energy when I wake up in the morning on Shot Day. I can hardly wait to get that needle.
Life is mostly wonderful. I get out of bed every morning without help, and dress myself and then do interesting things like laundry and painting.
Of course I'm addicted. I'm still having trouble with short term memory, but maybe that's a blessing.
I go back to the study clinic Wednesday, to get another month's supply of my
drugs. My problem is I'm still not able to drive. My hubby goes to work in the morning, after being laid of forever, and I am going nuts trying to find someone to take me. I'm offering $100 to anyone who'll give provide me transportation, any takers?? I'll let you all know how it went, if I get there.
Don't worry Roger will take off work, if he has to.
Hugs,
Cindy
