After visiting the RA Doc last week she decided to put me on Enbrel. I was alarmed at first. I did not want another drug that would make me want to eat everything in sight and punch strangers. Prednisone makes me crazy enough, I think I may change my name to Sybil. But, after talking with my Doc, doing some research, and having a mom that knows how to make you look on the sunny side of things, I am ok. Scared, but ok. I just got off the phone with an Enbrel nurse and they seem very helpful and kind. But, the problem here is, why? What am I taking that requires a lunch box size kit, 24 hour nurse access, and phone calls from the Enbrel people every few days. As much as my parents may argue, I know I am not special, so why all the attention? This must be a pretty serious drug for so many different people to be spending so much time talking to me about it. Or, am I being a baby? So, if you have some Enbrel stories, please share.
Carrie, student by day, bartender by night, patient in between.