The Most Attractive Picture You Will See All Day

As many of you know if you’ve been reading this blog, I’ve had bad migraines since I was in elementary school. My theory is that mine are mostly caused by stress (I know they are also hereditary, if one parent has them their children have a 50% chance of getting them too – so there’s that as well) but when I am at my most stressed and unhappy…here come the migraines. The bad kind where nothing helps and I end up in urgent care or the ER. NOT FUN. A few months ago I started Botox injection treatments to see if it would help. I have tried pretty much every migraine medicine ever made up to this point, and some work for a while, others not at all. 

Yesterday was my second round of injections. My first round was NOT fun. For a full week afterwards, I was in bed or on the couch feeling like I had the worst flu of my life. I mean, I guess that should be expected when you pump 220 units of toxins into your body, right? But still, it was a crappy way to spend a week. Surprisingly, my headaches started happening less frequently this past month. I’ve been thrilled but also a little superstitious – and just writing this makes me feel like they will sneak back with a vengeance just because I said it out loud. I’m knocking on our wooden kitchen table as I write this. 

Yesterday, my neurologist only used 100 units (apparently it’s rare to get EVERY side effect like I did the first time, but I’m just lucky like that) – so we shall see what today brings and if I am hit by a giant dump truck of flu symptoms again. The reason I share all this is because on the way to my appointment (which is an hour away) I was thinking about how therapeutic it is to turn the music up LOUD in the car and just sing your guts out. It’s so weird – I totally sound just like Adele when I sing alone in the car…I also wanted to share this oh so cute photo of me getting ready for my injections: 

Those are numbing pads and a giant ice pack wrapped around me before they start the injections all over my head and upper back. In the words of Hamilton ‘The Babe’ Porter (if you haven’t seen The Sandlot we can’t ever be friends) ‘…ohhhh sexy!’

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