Beyond a joke

This is the first post about migraines I get.  You get to a point where enough is enough and the thing is there is no personal choice over getting a migraine, it's like some invisible dark evil cloaked being has just swooped down from nowhere and decided it was time to taunt me. 

"Yes, it's you, it's your turn you silly little man. You wanted to have a week free migraine period, but oh no, not for you."

At which a silent thunderbolt strikes deep between the temples of my head and the constant unrelenting pain of the thing kicks in.  I don't think it would be any worse being on a torture table and a clamp was strapped and tightened.  Any movement becomes painful and disorientating. Sounds and smells are more than annoying little things they become annoying big things. Food and the smell of food becomes a diplomatic exercise of whether it will make things worse or not. Appetite goes.  Which isn't such a bad thing because it means losing weight.  You have to look on the bright side, unfortunately light appears incredibly intense.  Curtains have to be pulled, but too much light still gets through, this is worse in summer.  It's necessary to wrap an item of clothing around my head and over my eyes, this way it cuts down the light more.  Ear plugs are a necessity and then find a position not too hot to lay still and just let both intense waves of delirium come sleep flood in and out of consciousness. It becomes a constant sleep and weird dream like state.

So it is eight and a half hours later, I manage to get up, the pain and torture subsided enough to reasonably function.  I'm not completely out of the woods yet, the clamps have loosened enough to make me feel comfortable, but reminded they are still there.