Every Wednesday evening for the past three weeks and for the foreseeable future just before the main evening news start on TV I wash my hands really well, tear two little sachets with sterile wipes, twist open the cap of the injection set, screw on the needle and remove the safety cover. I clean a bit of skin just below and to the right from my belly button with the first sterile wipe, stretch it between index finger and thumb of my left hand, take a deep breath and with my right hand insert that fine needle into my skin and push down the lever - or what ever it's called, must get the proper terminology eventually - to inject my weekly dose of MTX. Next, I use the second sterile wipe to clean any spills as I've been told they can cause skin irritation. I pat my belly and lean back and hope for the best.
Needless to say I never imagined I would end up doing this, injecting heavy duty medication with a list of potentially life threatening side effects into me AND feel grateful for being able to do this.
One restless night later: What went fairly well for three weeks appears to bring about fairly unsettling side effects. I feel as if an electric current is running through me. Another thing to bear out.