I never would have imagined myself getting Botox.  Ever.  But I did.  I started getting these deep wrinkles in my forehead when I’d raise my eyebrows.  It was fine until I started realizing that even after I’d lower my eyebrows, the crease was still there.  I was so annoyed by that and for months it was all I saw when I looked at myself in the mirror.  I himmed and hawed about getting the procedure done for months, but then with my husband’s 40th coming up and mine shortly thereafter, I felt a mid life crisis coming on and decided to go for it.

I sat in the chair and was scared to death.  The nurse gave me an ice pack and said to ice my forehead for about 5-10 minutes and she’d be back in.  So, there was no numbing cream, just ice.  When she brought out the needle and gave me the first pinch, it didn’t hurt.  I mean really, it didn’t hurt at all.  She proceeded to move the needle around to about 8 different spots and really, I didn’t feel it.

When I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like I had been stung by 8 bees.  Kind of like I had little peas under my skin.  I was so embarrassed to think I’d have to walk out of the doctor’s office like that.  Fortunately in a matter of about 10 minutes, the bumps were gone. 

The Botox took about 7 days to really kick in.  During the waiting period I’ll admit I had some anxiety about the fact that I had the bacteria in me that would be slowly paralyzing my muscles.  I was nervous thinking that it might soak through to my brain.  At that point it was too late.

Now, I’m sold.  I love it.  It is the way to go.  My husband says Botox is like pot.  It’s the gateway drug.  He has a point because I also had a Restylane injection in my ”smile” crease under my nose.  Love that too.  Scared to think what’s next.