When I was a little girl, I hated getting shots. Annual vaccinations for school were bad enough but when you were sick and had to go to the doctor, it was even worse. That was because when you got a shot (as opposed to, for example, that great cherry-tasting cough syrup), that meant you were REALLY SICK. That’s what our friends said: “She was REALLY SICK. She had to get a shot and everything.”

The first time I gave myself an injection was in the hospital after my hip replacement surgery. As a precaution against blood clots, knee- and hip-replacement patients are routinely prescribed blood thinners for a period during recovery. The new oral medications hadn’t yet been introduced, so the drug of my surgeon’s choice was Lovenox® which is a daily injection, administered in the abdomen. By this time I was old enough to quit being quite so squeamish getting shots given to me by others, but never in a million years did I ever imagine actually having the courage to stick a hypodermic needle into my own skin. (I swore I’d never become a drug addict because I could never stand to give myself a shot.)

That first self-injection was fairly early after my RA diagnosis. I’ve learned since then that RA presents us with a number of hurdles.

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