The Drugs DO Work – But Why Do Humira Injections Hurt Like The Worst Kind of Hell?

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Right, so I promised I wouldn’t take so long to write the next installment of my silly life, but I broke my promise. I don’t know where the time goes; really I don’t. Humira, then. For those of you you wondering what that is, it’s not a brand of Japanese car (come to think of it, it might be. I haven’t checked), it’s the biological drug I switched to at the beginning of April. I went into detail about why I switched after a decade on Enbrel, a similar biologic, in my last blog. I also talked about how apprehensive I was about switching. It turns out that so far, it’s probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made (aside from saying ‘Yeah, OK!’ to Gautier when he proposed to me, drunk out of his French mind back in 2007).

Gautier, yesterday. Maybe
‘Marry moi!’

My new rheumatology nurse specialist couldn’t understand why I was still being prescribed a drug which wasn’t working. I mean, it was working up to a point – I could walk most days and had far less pain, generally, than I did before I started taking it – but I could count only around 20 pain-free days during the past year, a calculation which was met with a gasp from the nurse and a kind of ‘Right-that-doesn’t-sound-good-when-I-say-it-out-loud’ face in return.

It was at that point that I realized I’d been a bit hard-done by. Any rheumatologist worth his salt would have suggested I switch years ago. Of course, having one 20-minute consultation a year – that’s right, one a year – doesn’t give them much time to work out that there’s something strange afoot. They don’t have time to read their patients’ notes before they sit down, so at least five minutes of the appointment is spent reading the latest blood results and saying ‘Right, what is it you’ve got again? Remind me.’ The first rheumatologist I had would start every appointment with the sentence, ‘So how are you getting on with the bag?’ He was referring to my ileostomy but I hated that he called it a ‘bag’. I’d say, ‘Actually, I haven’t got it anymore, I have a J-pouch. I didn’t have it last time I came in either, nor the time before that.’ Consultants can’t possibly remember everything about their patients’ health; they’re over-worked and we’re on this target-lead conveyor belt where the only phrase which links us all is ‘Next!’

I got told by the next rheumatologist that I needed to ‘get used to the idea’ that I would always be in pain. To that end I was supposed to have some kind of counselling from a psychologist at The Pain Clinic, but someone must have put the referral letter on the wrong pile because a year later, when I chased it up, nobody knew anything about it. Brilliant. Obviously by that time I’d talked myself into it and was resigned to the fact that at some point, I would probably opt to take my own life, because being in pain every day is not only mind-crushingly exhausting, but equally, really boring. Existing is not the same as living, and anyone in chronic pain will tell you that. We lose so much, bit by bit, month by month until there comes a point when we have nothing left with which to fight, or nothing left worth fighting for. I could sense that the consultant was more than ready to leave those four walls with their posters of the inner-workings of the spinal cord and get out on to the golf course; after all, dealing with the likes of me, with my incurable illnesses and barrage of questions can’t have been much fun.

Here’s the thing, though: when I asked about switching treatments, he shrugged and said, ‘It’s up to you.’ When I asked questions such as ‘Have any of your other patients switched? What is the success rate for that? Might I get side-effects I haven’t had on Enbrel? How long would I have to stop taking Enbrel before taking Humira?’ and stuff like that, he said, ‘I don’t know,’ ‘I’m not sure’, or ‘Maybe’. Seriously. If he genuinely didn’t know the answers to my questions, who did? How can he be in a job where he’s prescribing these drugs to patients but has no idea how they work? I was like, ‘Say WHAT?’ So the nurse convinced me. Good for her. I’ve waited 15 years for someone who could help me to actually help me.

My new rheumatology nurse. Maybe
Good nurses are brilliant, always have been

I asked for the Humira to be in pen-form, rather than syringe. I was fine with the injection for Enbrel and jabbed that needle in my thigh twice a week for 10 years like nobody’s business. I couldn’t even feel it most of the time, unless I hit a blood vessel. I liked the idea of the pen being much easier to travel with than the plastic cartons and you can line them up nicely in a little travel case because they take up way less room. I read all the instructions and decided to give it a go in my stomach. I’d never injected here, as I have so much scar tissue from my colectomy and J-pouch surgery. I held the pen, poised for action, pressed the tip and BAM!

Me just after the Humira pen burst into my stomach
Me just after the Humira pen burst into my stomach

ERMAHGERD IT HURT. The force of it was nuts, I felt like I’d been stabbed with a Biro filled with molten lava. It actually made me cry, and that’s not something I do very often, unless I drop my ice-cream or think about the end of Top Gear. I had no adverse reactions other than screaming my head off and crying. At the time I was in a lot of pain as I was at the back end of just having sold the house and sending its contents to France. My stress levels were through the roof, and I felt so rough I could barely walk around the house, let alone go out, for the first 12 days after arriving at my parents’ house. Fun times. Anyway, I started to feel better by the second dose, two weeks later. Again I pinged it into my stomach, again I screamed and again I cried. Really. I couldn’t figure out why it hurt so much when needles have never been an issue for me (unless someone is waving one in front of my eye, say). By the time I was ready to leave for a couple of weeks in France, I had requested that my prescription be changed back to the syringe.

Me with the Humira syringe. I need to get out in the sun, I think
Me with the Humira syringe. I need to get out in the sun, I think

So I get the syringe option now, and think, ‘Ha! I know you! You don’t hurt!’ but guess what? ERMAHGERD IT HURT. I didn’t scream, because the process wasn’t sudden like it is with the pen, but I actually thought I was going to pass out with the pain. I was properly sobbing with the pain. It was like injecting acid into my leg. Gautier looked up from the iPad and said, ‘Monkey, are you OK?’ as beads of sweat popped off my forehead and I apparently went as pale as talcum powder. This was 10 seconds of extraordinary agony as opposed to about three seconds of it with the pen. ‘This hurts just as bad!’ I cried, through a face full of hot tears, grimacing like someone who’s just discovered a rotten corpse in their bed. I drank a glass of water, stood up and then poured myself a glass of wine and drank that.

I’m due to inject again on Monday, and I’m properly dreading it. It must be something to do with the formula being pre-mixed, because with Enbrel, you have to put the powder in with the saline to mix it first. I’ve no idea why that’s the case, or whether I’m just going soft in my old age, but man, it’s awful. Thank God it’s only once a fortnight, but gearing yourself up for super pain isn’t easy. A bit like when the bloke who got stuck in the rocks in the American desert for 147 hours or something had to cut his arm off with a blunt penknife (if I said that out loud to Gautier, he’s say this: ‘Yes, monkey, it’s JUST like that. My God.’) I’d be interested to know if anyone else has made the same switch from Enbrel to Humira, and if they noticed the difference. I’d also like to be sent some edible gifts from anyone who hasn’t had to even consider taking biologics in the first place, because that means you’re really lucky, and I’m not. Seems fair, no?

The thing is, two months in and my pain has improved by miles. I’m waking up feeling COMFORTABLE. If you have scoliosis and spinal arthritis and fibromyalgia, you’ll know that it’s nothing short of a little miracle. I want to laze in bed all morning just because the level of pain I was in for the last 15 years meant I couldn’t wait to get out of bed, as the lack of mobility made everything worse. So that’s my news. I’ve got loads more, but I wanted to focus on that for now.

My tummy stuffs aren’t doing so well, which is a bit annoying as Humira is the treatment of choice for IBD. Gah. I’m in France at the moment, typing this on my laptop in the giant garden, sweating buckets despite being in the shade. It’s going to be between 32 and 38 – yes, 40 – degrees (that’s Celsius, by the way) over the next week. My stupid feet are already swelling up at the thought of it, and it’s only day one. Plus I fell on some rocks the other day so one of said balloon feet is all scraped, too. More on that next week; trust me, it’s quite a story. Have a lovely week, everyone. It should be gloriously sunny wherever you are, as long as that’s not Australia, Alaska or the Antartic. All the places beginning with ‘A’ apart from Andalucia, Africa, America… you get the idea. Bisous xxx

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7 thoughts on “The Drugs DO Work – But Why Do Humira Injections Hurt Like The Worst Kind of Hell?

  1. I am so happy that you are in less pain, Juliette! This makes my day. I just wish the injections were not so painful! I realize I’m this random stranger from America but I adore your memoir and your blog.

    Bisous back from California,

    Janine (photo I took at a tea shop)

    1. Thanks, Janine. Got to inject today – am leaving it until this evening so I can have a glass of wine at the ready. Am dreading it. The cat’s paw is a delight; that made MY day. Did you tell Amazon how much you liked the book, by the way? I hope so!

  2. Great news Juliette! I’ve only been on Enbrel. Even after 2 years I have to build up my confidence to do the injection (pen) which thankfully is only once a week. My type 1 diabetic boyfriend thinks I’m a wuss because he has to inject insulin 5-6 times a day with no moaning, so I was glad (sorry!) to hear it’s not just me who thinks it hurts more than a ‘normal’ injection!!
    Was interested to hear about your switch though as I’m having terrible trouble with heartburn (apparently Oesophagitis is a rare side effect from Enbrel which I’ve been fortunate to get) and my Rheum has doubled up my PPI meds to see if that helps, but if it doesn’t she says I may have to change biologics. So scary to even think about so I was glad you have had such a good result with H so far. Long may it continue for you 🙂

    Bonnie (SPURS) xx

    1. Ah, see – I found the Enbrel injection a piece of cake. No issues there at all. It’s the fact that the Humira one hurts so bad which has foxed me, and I can only think that it’s because the solution is slightly different. God knows. I’m still gearing up to it but I think I’ll wait until this evening and have a glass of wine at the ready! Ugh, heartburn. You poor thing. The main reason I wanted to write this post was because I was so terrified of switching. It shows that it’s nothing to be afraid of. Well, apart from the needle pain. Doh! I hope you sort the heartburn out. Look at Harry Kane’s goals and it might ease up a bit 😉

  3. Hi Juliette! I took Enbrel first and then Humira. Humira hurts alot more than Enbrel! If you leave it sit out for just a bit from the fridge, like half an hour, it warms it up a little closer to room temperature and hurts a little less. And, you could try icing the area first. I tried all these things, desperate to help that pain. I don’t take it any more though. On to Remicade for 3 years now. Loved the book, by the way.

    1. Hi Marci. I’m going to ice up next time. I do leave it out of the fridge for 30-40 minutes, too. I think the time of the month is also a factor (*clears throat*) as I know pain receptors go crazy around that time.
      Thanks for reading the book. Did you review it on Amazon? I especially like to see reviews by readers who hop by my blog 🙂

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