Tuesday, November 26, 2013


I woke yesterday morning with a seriously terrible sinus headache...one that, despite medication being applied quickly, I couldn't shake until after it had turned into a migraine*. 

And it was one of the worst I'd had in years: blinding pain, light sensitivity, motion sensitivity, temperature sensitivity, sound sensitivity, and nausea.  Which really, really sucked, because despite this, I was still excited about the release of Highway to Tartaurus.  I just couldn't express it, or really celebrate it. 

Well, that, and I had to take care of a pair of noisemakers who can't feed themselves, and one who can't get drinks for herself or use the potty without help to clean up afterwards.  They tried, very hard, to stay quiet, though, when Mommy explained that she had a headache, and light and sound hurt Mommy's head. 

It's better, now.  Nothing that the proper application of caffeine won't help cure. 

Now, to write on Resurgent, since I wasn't able to yesterday, between grading student blogs and getting Highway on the road to being published...

*If I don't get rid of my sinus headaches fast, they always turn into migraines.  Does that happen to anyone else, or am I just special that way?  If I'm just special...well, I'd rather not be.


  1. Sigh... (raises hand)..... mine usually originates in the back of my sinuses. I have severe sinusitis. And when a trigger kicks it into overdrive, the swelling and inflammation choke off the blood flow into the brain, and the party begins.

    1. I'd say I'm glad it's not just me, but I honestly wouldn't wish this on anyone.

  2. Yuck. I usually have enough warning from burning sinuses to catch it before I get the sinus migraines. Hope you feel better.

    1. By the time I woke up, it was already set in. I do feel better, though; thanks for the good wishes.


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