Prisoner in my own head: Migraine

Painkiller Ibuprofen crystals (useless against Migraine!)

I can't move. It's not that I cannot physically move, it's just that the command does not arise to be passed on.

The pain curles delicately around the left eyeball into an empty space behind. With eyes closed, Clouds of colour gently waft down, one followed by another. An orange spark grows and disappears. The show continues like a murky psychedelic lava lamp at very low power.

The heartbeat in my ear ticks slowly but each minute stretches into aeons. The gentle crash of glass in the waste collection lorry, the rhythmic slow beat of ambulances passing in the distance on the A10/A14, a door quietly closing, They register but don't really mean anything. Turn over and begin the next eternity.

The dull pain moves around in the empty space to find another comfortable space. At last, I can move a finger, a hand, a body and make the way downstairs for the triptan. Only a couple of hours to go till painless, disconnected limbo.