I do not have lines on my forehead. I did not have them earlier today, either, because I am not a frowner or a squinter.
My mother spent the first 18 years of my life saying, “Don’t squint!” or “Stop frowning! You look unpleasant!”
Nonetheless, this morning I had 31 injections of Botox in and around my head.
I have finally failed enough drug protocols (yay?) that I qualify for “botox for migraines,” which I think is a dubious achievement.
The frequency of my migraines has increased in the last year enough to be classified as chronic migraines, which I think is an even more dubious achievement.
Yesterday was my birthday, and the insurance company called to tell me that I was approved for it, and how would I like to pay for the part they weren’t covering, please?
And less than 24 hours later, I was at the neurologist’s office, getting those shots in my head.
Friends, it hurts. It hurts turble. I would never get Botox for purely cosmetic reasons.
After the ones in my forehead, I had to ask for a glass of water because I thought I was going to pass out. And I have had a shot in my face that went into my sinus.
There were shots in my forehead, around my ears, around my occipital ridge, down my neck, and along my trapezius. Now there are little flattish bumps where the injections were.
What I hope for is a 50% reduction in migraines. I am hopeful.
I am also hopeful that I won’t end up looking like this: