Still in the Game

First,let me say that setting my alarm clock for any time prior to 5:00 a.m. for two days in a row is a generally bad idea. I theory it is bad, in practice it is utterly ridiculous. Someone remind me of that next time.

Second, I know I shouldn't be complaining. My head doesn't hurt tonight. First time in a while. Or I should more accurately say that it doesn't hurt the way it always has - like a dagger in my right temple. Tonight I have more generalized achy injection- site pain which the doc told me to expect along with some possible flu-like symptoms.

Yesterday I went back to the clinic in Toronto for injections similar to those I had six weeks ago. The difference is that this time the doc injected Botox instead of buprovicaine. Same injection sites, new expectations. Ideally, when the neurons do their usual thing and tell my right temple to hurt, they will be disappointed to discover that from the occipital area up to the area above my right eye, as well as other geographical side-routes, they will find none of those muscles responsive to their signals. Ha! Take that pain pathways!

Apparently, the Botox gets the nerves so messed up that, hopefully, over time, they forget how they functioned for almost six years, night and day. While she was injecting the 22 injection sites (I counted), the doc told me that I should expect a longer result this time around and look at early to late autumn for a possible return. I can live with that.

In the meantime, I need some sleep.

It would have been nice if even a few of the injections had done something about the signs and lines that six years of agony has emblazoned on my otherwise youthful mug. Whatever....