Today I had my needles…  I have just had over 30 injections into my forehead, jaw, skull, neck and shoulders.
I have an invisible illness.
I haven’t talked much about this journey … I am not very comfortable showing my vulnerability…  it doesn’t define me… but it does shape parts of my life.
Over the last 4 years I have suffered with severe chronic migraines, almost daily.
Early last year I had a turn and the migraine medications I was taking stopped working. After much angst and searching for answers I found a new neuroligist and we started botox therapy.
It is not fun.  It hurts.
A needle phobia means I feel physically sick before and during the procedure.  I get a dry mouth and sweaty palms.  If it wasn’t for the fact that my gorgeous husband drives me there and holds my hand I might not go.
I have to have these injections every 12 weeks.  Every 3 months I sit and cry and have my needles.
This time round I tried to be strong and stupidly put it off for a month – I pushed my appointment out to 4 months.  Not a good idea.
I am not a lot of fun when I get my migraines.  I am not as productive.  I don’t feel like doing much of anything.  So I have to suck it up and have my medicine.
It is not fun.  It hurts.  But it works.
Today was “reset” day.  I have just gotten home from having my needles.  I am going to bed to rest.
Tomorrow I might draw.