As a side effect of my chronic stress -or perhaps my nihilism-, I have bruxism and every 6 months, I religiously get botox injected, to relax my jaw muscles and prevent myself from disintegrating my teeth by involuntarily but repeatedly grinding them off. Until today that was the only spot, I was getting botox injected into.

Until today, every time I went to the surgeon for my regular injection we had the same conversation.

He would say: There is product left, would you like me to inject it in your forehead and smooth those wrinkles out?

I would typically go: No, I am just fine with my wrinkles -and smile.

And he would say:  You know you pay per bottle, and that otherwise I need to throw it away, and it’s a waste… 

And before leaving I would say: Maybe another time.

...and today was the day. I am not sure what the tipping point was, I am still trying to figure it out.

Somehow I think I tried to deny my own mortality and freeze time along with my forehead muscles.  I am not sure maybe it was a sustainability concern and I just embraced my eco-friendly side, making sure nothing -not even a drop of botulinum toxin-gets wasted-. 

Anyway, my forehead feels weird, I feel how the paralyzing effect of the product is reaching its full power.

Fu@*, I just got botox injected into my forehead! 

Who am I? I am behaving in an unexpected way. Who am I becoming? I guess it will take some time to figure it out.