Oddly, as sad as it is, this illustration represents my life with a chronic disease. Without medications like Humira, Prednisone, etc., I wouldn't be here today. Yes, they are expensive, hell my shots cost $5,000 a month (thank God for insurance, I pay $5), but they are keeping me ALIVE and for that, I am grateful.
I have been on it for almost a year now and have tried all the tricks in the book, ice your leg first, try your stomach, let the pen warm up to room temperature. However, let me tell you, it still hurts like hell. But you know that good pain, that pain you get the day after a good leg day at the gym where you walk like a penguin, its almost a good pain, almost. Partly because I know it is saving my life, the other part is because I know I am a badass who can take it.
We are all a badass in our own right, but those with chronic illnesses do it differently. They do it by finding strength in the worst of times, by injecting themselves with the most painful of needles, by living life in pain but still plugging along, by making the best out of the shit end of the stick they were given.
We are a special kind of badass, literally & figuratively.
Love & Thanks,