It's was a painful week that led to a shoulder blade attack at 3am Friday morning.  At 6am I gave myself my humira shot.  I should have injected a couple days early this week to maybe have avoided the pain in my shoulder blade, and I will try and remember that next time.  Both shoulder blades had hurt all week, but whatever happened at 3am, I never want to experience again.  I woke up to, what felt like to me, was someone stabbing me over and over again in my right shoulder.  I got up and took a norco and 2 neurontin, and proceeded to fight through the constant intense pain.  I went outside to  avoid waking anyone up, sat on my stool, and smoked a cigarette to try and calm myself down, and wait for my medicine to start working.  It was an exhausting and overwhelming experience.  I went back to bed an hour later and slept for another hour and a half.  After waking my son up for school, I took my humira shot.  My right arm and hand felt sore and numb, like someone had punched me in that area.  
I felt this way pretty much all day, and very tired.  Probably because a couple extra neurontin, but I would rather try and stay ahead of the pain.  Humira felt like it started working within an hour too.  I believe I would die without this medicine.  And that is another story.
I have not accomplished too much all week, but I feel grateful for the moments I have experienced, and am ready for a new week.