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One of the least fun things in life is waking up with a headache already in progress. Which is, of course, how I started this particular Tuesday in May. Adding to the woe is that this headache is not a severe migraine that would keep me home. No, this is just enough of a pain to make life unfun but not enough to get me out of work. So, I will spend the day in the office, under those terrible fluorescent lights, because I am the only member of my team that remained in the office, staring at my twin monitors for the next 9 hours.

Oh, I have some NSAIDs here at home that I can take and usually work on lesser non-migraine headaches but this week that course is closed off to me. Last week my doctor’s office called because my liver protein test was elevated but only slightly. Perhaps it was a single test result, perhaps it was from pain killers and supplements, or perhaps it’s from the medications I take for my psoriatic arthritis. So, this week it’s cut out the NSAIDs and supplements so I can retest on Saturday, leaving this particular headache free rein to bang on the backside of my eyeballs.

At least my newest novel has now passed 13,000 words and perhaps soon I’ll know where the plot is actually heading.