Today I made an appointment to do something I swore I would never, never do. I'm getting B.otox injections into my forehead.
But . . .
I'm getting them to stop migraines, not to get rid of wrinkles.
My mom offered to pay for a round of injections for me and my sister since we both get pretty debilitating migraines. I've always sworn that I'd never allow someone to inject neurotoxins into my head, not even to get rid of migraines. But after spending four days last week in pain, I decided to take my mom up on her offer.
I had an appointment today with my neurologist, and I asked him about B.otox. He said that patients have had great success with it, and that he'd far rather have his patients get the injections than have to take medicine to prevent and stop the migraines. After we finished with my appointment, he took me down the hall to meet the doctor in his practice who does the injections. She's going to order the B.otox and then schedule my appointment when the stuff comes in.
When I told my neighbor, she rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever," like I'm using my migraines as an excuse to have B.otox. But when I pointed out that I am just about the least vain person in the world - I don't wear make-up on a daily basis, I don't color my hair despite the growing amount of gray, I spend most of my time in jeans and t-shirts - she said she believed me. Besides, I hate having shots with a passion, and I've heard that these injections HURT.
In a week or two I'll have a smooth forehead, and I won't be able to lift my eyebrows. But I also might be able to go several months without being in bed with a migraine. And that's worth the pain of the injections and the teasing I might have to endure.