Botox: the movie

I've been having therapeutic  Botox injections for migraine for years.   This treatment was discovered by accident, when cosmetic Botox users reported to their doctors that their migraines were getting better.  Here's a diagram of the basic injection pattern (scroll down).   I think my doctor uses a slightly different protocol, because there were definitely more injections than that.

Anyway, the purpose of therapeutic Botox is not to prevent forehead wrinkles and crows' feet, so the points injected are different.   In all my previous treatments, I haven't found that my muscle mobility changed to speak of.   This time, it's different, and it feels so *odd*.  I can't raise my eyebrows more than a couple of millimeters.  I can frown, but I can't express incredulity.  (Words will no doubt continue to have the desired effect.)   It feels as if my forehead is a mask -- not wearing one, but is one.   I didn't have forehead wrinkles to speak of, but I certainly don't now.

It's a very spacy feeling -- not like Novocain injections, which make an area completely dead to sensation, but as if the skin is still there but has become rigid.

Anyway, reports from the physical sensation front.

It's raining!

I am ridiculously happy.   This will do nothing for the drought, but it will perk up the plants I already have in the ground.