There’s no mistaking that I have wrinkles in my forehand, laugh lines at the corners of my eyes and around my mouth, but they are the least of my worries in this temporary shell of a body I live in here. So it is not to satisfy my vanity that I endured needle pokes for the possible positive effects of Botox, but for better mobility and comfort. I’ve learned some things through this experience.
Needles are always intimidating. They are a marvelous invention that administer the prevention and healing of many medicines in a multitude of ways, but no one relishes the temporary pain felt to get the medicine where it must be to offer its benefit. I, myself, would have thought I had overcome needle phobia after all of my immunizations, blood draws and 15 years of self-injecting, but this was new territory.
Weighing pros and cons is always helpful. The extreme stiffness that MS introduced into my life had steadily increased over the years to the point where the magic of oral medication can no longer work effectively on its own. With the reassurance of two doctors and a physical therapist, I was finally ready to try something new. So, while I felt trepidation about this treatment, I overcame my fear and am hoping the longer advantages will far outweigh the short discomfort I felt.
Trusting your doctor helps. I’m glad my doc realized how bad my spasticity is and didn’t limit options. When the target increases, so must the ammunition. He referred me to another doc who specializes in these issues. When I expressed concern about the possibility of it working too well, she lowered the dose; but now I’m wondering if results will be minimal, if any, because of that. Seeing and hearing my anxiety, the doctor also used a pediatric needle and I was grateful for that. Getting my uncooperative body in position for the treatment was half the battle. It’s an interesting science. An ultrasound device was used to measure muscle tone to aid in determining where to inject. The needles, guided by an experienced professional, were introduced into muscles that need taming. I had four shots, three in the inner thighs and one on the inside of a calf. I had imagined the worst. And it wasn’t that bad. It was manageable.
Patience is important. Since injecting Botox weakens muscle, I had concerns about my legs becoming too loose. So far, that hasn’t happened. Somehow, in my research, I didn’t learn that the effects may take two to four weeks.
So I wait.
Anyone out there who is willing to share his/her experience? Did it work for you?