Health Updates: Spooky Stabbies (+ small catch-up) (Patreon)

Fun fact: I started this post right after the Botox injections and then immediately forgot about it entirely 😂 And all I had written was "Anxiety ✨"

Guys, I am going to cry. I spent like an hour pouring my heart and soul and anxieties and pain into this post and PATREON LOST IT. IT AUTO-SAVES EVERY FEW SECONDS AND IT LOST A NOVEL OF CONTENT 😭 Come on, Patreon! I have a migraine; give a girl a break, dang 🫠

I am now going to copy everything I've written before I try to post or schedule or leave this page in any way because it literally lost this post TWICE. SO. At least the second time, I'd barely started over 😭

ANYWAY.

Heck. Can I just give you guys the Cliffs Notes? Is that okay? I wrote so much and so much detail. And honestly probably a lot of it was unnecessary anyway, but it's *me*. It's my storytelling and my ✨pizzazz✨. Gosh dang it 🫠🫠🫠

Short(er) version:

I got the stabbies! It sucked! I was anxious the whole day leading up to the appointment even though I had no reason to be! Because I'd been stabbed by the same neurologist before. I knew she does a good job. I knew it would be okay. At yet – ✨nerves!✨ Right up until I got into the room. And then I got stabbed. And everything was fine

Except also this time it hurt so bad 🥺👉👈 And I don't know why! The stabbys didn't even hurt more than usual, but the injections sites were very ouchie for about 3 days 🫠 And also migraines! They suck! And I forgot about my Botox appointment, so I didn't anticipate the pain 😬

The daily migraines came back, as they always do, about two weeks before my injections (aka just after the show) and myyyyyy goodness. They suck. I'm always in pain and dizzy and nauseated and overstimulated 🫠 Butts.

Also I am extra anxious and scared right now because I came very close to having a seizure the other night and I do not want to 😭 And in the past I was scared about the seizures, but it used to be a confused, "what is happening" fear of the unknown kind of scared, whereas this time it is an...anticipatory(?), "I don't want to go through that again because I remember how sucky and debilitating it is" kind of scared. Boo. Gross. Hate.

But the good news is that I only have to make it 4 more days (give or take) before the Botox kicks in and kicks out the unsolicited dance partiers 😎 So I just need the air pressure to cooperate for a few more days...

All that said, I am very grateful to be back on the Botox; back in something I know works and doesn't also actively try to remove me from existence ✨

Unrelated, but my body is also falling apart (as usual) and has recently retaliated because I took about 30lbs of packages to the post office at once. 😅 so I have learned my lesson (probably temporarily) and will be making more frequent post office trips...I genuinely do not know which approach will be more draining of my limited energy, but I suppose I'll find out soon enough 😅👍

That's all I will rewrite. I am so sad. How dare 🥺

But I will at some point probably share a ✨ mental health✨ update. And also have we talked about "Myrna drunk" before? HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MY KNEES?! Let me know 😂