Tomorrow is the big day, the day I’m going in for Botox injections for my migraines. Miracle of miracles, the insurance company approved the procedure, and there’s not even a co-pay for the Botox itself, which means I’ll have to pay the $50 office visit fee and not the $400 meds and visit fee that I had to last time.
I was so relieved when I got the call from the doctor’s office that I just about cried. My migraines have gotten worse since the last time I wrote. I’ve had them pretty much daily for the past two weeks, and it’s been hard to function some days.
Tomorrow’s procedure involves 31 injections into my forehead, scalp and back of the neck. I asked my sister, who’s had it done, how bad it was, and she said, “I’m not going to lie – it hurts a lot.” Great.
But I’m willing to undergo that many injections in the hopes of cutting back on the migraines even a little bit. Something has to change.
Of course, I may have to self medicate with wine or Xanax before going – probably Xanax given that my appointment is at 8:00 am. That’s a little too early for wine.