This morning I went for my long awaited Botox injections. I had been wavering in my decision over the past few months, but then I suffered through several weeks where I had a pretty much continuous migraine for days on end. So I sucked it up and called the doctor's office. And then I called them again, and again, and again, because they'd never call me back. Finally they scheduled me for today.
Wendi Aarons went with me for moral support - or out of pure curiosity, I'm not sure which - and I was glad she was there. I was so anxious ahead of time that it was good to have someone to chat with. Plus, she kept Elizabeth busy with her iPhone while I was talking to the doctor.
Bottom line, the injections HURT, like the doctor was sticking a knife in my forehead. Fortunately, I only had to have four injections. If I had needed more, I might have gotten off the table and walked out. The severe pain was short-lived, but my forehead does still sting where the doctor did the injections.
The doctor said that I probably won't see much in terms of a Nicole Kidman-esque forehead because of where she did the injections, which is a relief. I don't want to look frozen.
I've taken a bunch of before pictures, and I'll post them along with some after shots as soon as the red lumps on my forehead go away.
The best part of my morning, though, was getting to have coffee afterwards with Wendi and Jennifer of These Are Days.