I've been sick for the past three weeks and not with Crohn's for a change. First I had the nasty lurgy (nasty cold to you non-Brits) that is making the rounds. Now I have the flu. The well and proper flu.
Getting sick was inevitable. Since mid-October, things have been completely mental and I've been working lots of overtime, on top of which have been final university classes, other outside of work commitments and trying to have something that resembles a social life (which is why this blog hasn't been updated in ages). Anytime I try to take some of the heap of overtime I'm owed, I still end up wrapped up in work stuff. I couldn't even take a holiday in Germany a few weeks ago without work creeping in (bad enough I was sick through the whole trip). It's not that my employer is in anyway being unfair, it's just that after a long lull in the summer months, everything has happened at once. It happens. But by early December I was extremely run down. I knew this was coming.
The reason why this is worthy of a blog post is that this is the first time I've been properly sick since being on Humira. I had a bit of a head cold in early October that I was able to get over in a few days with rest.
Not so lucky this time, there was no option for rest with everything that's been going on at work, never mind the busyness with the run up to Christmas.
Humira suppresses part of the immune system, and as such, it makes it harder for your body to fight off general infections. I'm sure you can see the little problem here.
So, while I ride the fevery, achy, coughing fit wave of flu, I've had to come off the Humira this week in hopes that my normally hyperactive immune system will kick in a beat this virus into the ground. What this means for the Crohn's situation, I have no idea. I just have to hope that I have enough of the drug in my system from the last 10 months to hold things steady.
In the meantime, I will continue camping out on the sofa and in bed with the books I got for Christmas and will spend New Year's Eve in self-imposed quarantine, dosing up on large quantities of paracetamol. Of I find some energy, I may even build a blanket fort. I lead such a rock n' roll life!
But hey, it's still better than last New Year's when I was tanked up on steroids and was starting to lose my marbles while simultaneously being slowly poisoned by Azathioprine. Compared to that, I'd really rather have the flu!!
Getting sick was inevitable. Since mid-October, things have been completely mental and I've been working lots of overtime, on top of which have been final university classes, other outside of work commitments and trying to have something that resembles a social life (which is why this blog hasn't been updated in ages). Anytime I try to take some of the heap of overtime I'm owed, I still end up wrapped up in work stuff. I couldn't even take a holiday in Germany a few weeks ago without work creeping in (bad enough I was sick through the whole trip). It's not that my employer is in anyway being unfair, it's just that after a long lull in the summer months, everything has happened at once. It happens. But by early December I was extremely run down. I knew this was coming.
The reason why this is worthy of a blog post is that this is the first time I've been properly sick since being on Humira. I had a bit of a head cold in early October that I was able to get over in a few days with rest.
Not so lucky this time, there was no option for rest with everything that's been going on at work, never mind the busyness with the run up to Christmas.
Humira suppresses part of the immune system, and as such, it makes it harder for your body to fight off general infections. I'm sure you can see the little problem here.
So, while I ride the fevery, achy, coughing fit wave of flu, I've had to come off the Humira this week in hopes that my normally hyperactive immune system will kick in a beat this virus into the ground. What this means for the Crohn's situation, I have no idea. I just have to hope that I have enough of the drug in my system from the last 10 months to hold things steady.
In the meantime, I will continue camping out on the sofa and in bed with the books I got for Christmas and will spend New Year's Eve in self-imposed quarantine, dosing up on large quantities of paracetamol. Of I find some energy, I may even build a blanket fort. I lead such a rock n' roll life!
But hey, it's still better than last New Year's when I was tanked up on steroids and was starting to lose my marbles while simultaneously being slowly poisoned by Azathioprine. Compared to that, I'd really rather have the flu!!
