I’ve hit the point where my last Botox injection series is kicking in. My nausea has lessened and my forehead is properly Botoxy. My body is still achy and my sleep is still lacking and my pain levels are still high.
Really I think that I’d like to stop the injections, but I’m afraid of what will happen.
I’m definitely going through a period where I am sick of pills and doctors and disability companies and all of it. I just want to curl up and be in pain and be left alone.
Sadly, my urge to just crumple conflicts with my desire to continue to attempt to be some form of human being on occasion. Said occasions are less and less.
I walked around outside today. The sunlight just won’t stop being evil no matter how dark my glasses are.