The Sound of Silence – DPchallenge.
Roused by a warm, slightly sticky, wet tongue sandpapering its way across my face, I lay in bed, slowly coming to from a drug induced sleep. As my mind emerged from its resting place and seeped back into awareness I realised that there was no lapping sound to accompany the licking. In fact, I could hear nothing. No hum of traffic, no squabbling sparrows or chattering parrots, no clattering of cooking pans in the kitchen, no reassuring babble of children – just silence.
Lying still, making no attempt to stop the dog give me a bed bath, I listened into the quiet. You, may wonder how someone can listen to nothing? Well….. have you ever looked at air? Because it’s the same concept. Unfocus your eyes, gaze into space and a whole new world is revealed. Motes, specks, fibres and microbes bounce, teem, jostle and zap around the atmosphere. What looks empty and transparent is in fact rammed full of silent activity.
So I lay there unmoving, listening into the quiet and heard high-pitched ringing, underwritten by low toned crinkling static, accompanied by the thud of my heartbeat. Suddenly a loud drum banged inside my head, followed by another and another. The noise swelled, enveloping my brain before smashing against the inside of my skull as it tried to force its way out. As the tempo increased fireworks mimed explosions and blazed trails of colour across the back of my closed eyelids.
The pain came sharp and fast. Noise switched back on at high volume. Beeping and revving engines, squawking birds, crashing and clashing pots and screaming humans, all caused more of the agonising drum beats to sound out in my head. Fighting the dog off I stumbled out of bed and fumbled for water and more tablets. Tying a scarf around my head to keep it from exploding I fell back onto the bed and waited for oblivion.
Such is the sound of a migraine and for a sufferer there is no such thing as silence.