Botox 911

Last week on our trip to St. Augustine, I did something I normally don't do. I allowed photos of me to be taken in a natural setting. Usually, the only time I allow photographs is when I'm having or have had some procedure done and plan on writing about it. Perhaps the heat and humidity got to my brain, but for some reason I asked my son to take a picture of me in front of Flagler College.

Then we went back to enjoying our day. Later that night he uploaded his work to out computer and we got to look through them together. The Teenager is a gifted photographer, this is more than likely life's calling for him. At least I hope so, because we've spent an ungodly amount on camera equipment.

And then we got to this picture and the two others he took of me.

I vowed to immediately run out and buy Photoshop, and then just decided to go back to my "no pictures" policy. When did my eyes collapse like undercooked souffles? Only one answer to this problem. I'm saving the upper and lower lift until I do a full face lift, but for now there's Botox.

Monday morning I put a 911 call in to Dr. Moore's office. "Hey DeeDee, it's me, Cult Diva." I told the receptionist. I'm on a first name basis at Dr. Moore's House of Enhancement. "I need emergency Botox as soon as possible, my eyes fell down over the weekend. What have you got right away?"

"Oh Lord, let me see what I can do." she replied with concern. Dr. Moore's staff have a huge amount of sensitivity training so that they can work with self absorbed middle aged women. "I have an appointment on Monday the 15th. Can you hold on until then?"

"Yes, honey. I have lots of dark glasses. See you Monday." I then hung up, marked my calendar for the following Monday and spent the rest of the week squinting at myself to see how bad they really were.

So here we are now Monday:

One last big crinkle eyed smile. I've just come from morning spin class, I don't normally wander about pretending to be Pocahontas with this hair don't.


Sitting and waiting with Lidocaine numbing my face. Yes, injecting botulism in your face is uncomfortable.



Getting the equipment ready.



Ouch. Side one is finished. Unfortunately I didn't have a second person in there to take a picture of the actual injection, which is what I wanted. So you will all have to do with the post injection picture. I sat there afterward for about twenty minutes lightly massaging my Botox in to work it into the muscle. She hit me with four big injections in a "c" shape around my eyes to help with the crinkles.


There we go, much better. This will keep me crinkle free until at least October. I hear a stronger, longer lasting version of Botox is out there, so you know as soon as it's here that I'll be all over it. I had a little Botox headache last night around my temples, but Tylenol takes care of that.

Love and Kisses,

Cult Diva