You might be thinking that title refers to rebounding back to health after being sick for a week.

Nope.

I was feeling great by last weekend. Was looking forward to kicking butt again this week.

Monday was fabulous. Got a tremendous amount done and was moving forward again.

Yesterday and today have been full of migraines.

For those of you playing at home, I’ve had migraines since I was 18. However, I used to get them 0-2 times a month.

Starting in June 2015, I suddenly started getting 10+ migraines per month. As far as the neurologist can tell after MRIs, etc., it’s just because I’m old and almost post-menopausal.

Today, I woke up with a bad migraine. Pain rated a 7 on a scale of 1-10.

But I’m stubborn. And I made the call that I was going to write this morning, come hell or high water.

So I got up and took things like Excedrin and my Headache-Less herbs (which come from The Herbalist: http://store.theherbalist.com/).

The combination of these, plus some stretching and some meditation got the pain down to about a 2-3.

Which means ignorable.

I wrote 2300 words. Non-fiction. While I can write fiction with a migraine, it’s even more difficult. Would have been much fewer words. Probably only 500-700.

However, I’m paying for that now. Pain is back up, pretty high. I’ve taken my prescription medication and will go lay down for a while in a dark room with an icepack as soon as I post this.

Probably sometime this evening the pain will be gone. I won’t have a brain, however, because of the medication. (Even if the pain isn’t gone, I still won’t have a brain. And that truly sucks.)

That was the choice I made this morning. Live with the pain, and know that it would get bad, rather than have no brain and no words.

I’m forced into this choice too often right now. Sometimes I have to choose to take the pill first, and be somewhat brain-dead all day, so that I can do client work in the afternoon.

Which means no writing.

Those days, quite frankly, are the hardest, because it’s money before art. I’d rather have the pain and still have words.

I’m not posting to get sympathy.

I’m posting this as information.

This is how I choose to live my life. How I will continue to write.

How badly do you want it?