It was interesting travelling during the holidays and needing a Cimzia injection for RA. Not knowing how it would all work out, a quick call to the specialty pharmacy resulted in a pleasant response and a promise to deliver the package of syringes (packed in ice of course) to my in-law’s house more than two thousand miles away in the blizzard conditions of the Midwest. They even included a sharps disposal box!
The package couldn’t have come any sooner as the three or so days before the injection, the symptoms of RA began to raise their ugly head. I resorted to take a 4 mg pill of methyprednisolone one morning in a feeble attempt to knock down inflammation. We were in a mad rush out the door to travel to a nearby city to attend a sporting event when the UPS truck navigated the foot of snow and ice to drop off the package. It’s interesting to note the responses from family members when they saw two large syringes. I think it drives home the seriousness of the disease.
Off in the car we jumped with the Cimzia in hand. It needed to warm to room temperature before injecting so 20 minutes down the road I asked my brother-in-law to pull off the highway so I could do the deed. My oldest son, who had never seen me inject before, was quite intrigued with the process. After four times through this routine, it seems to get easier except for those “bleeders” the last two times. I must have hit a vein somewhere.
A daily journal of energy levels, joint problems, and other observations help track conditions (see earlier post). On a scale of 1-10, I’ve been averaging about a 6 for the past 2 ½ months. During that time, I’ve never really dipped below 4 or above 8. I am coming to realize that this is probably success. While there are still ups and downs demonstrated in a variety of ways (including one infection), and RA is always lingering around, hope abounds that perhaps Cimzia is helping. Realizing that RA and treatments can be a moving target, I’ll count my blessings for now.