…which I think is a long word for ‘difficult choice’ or something.

Since I started taking medication for the migraines I’ve been unable to write. I’ve been a bit zombified in general, all my appetites at some distance. My history with drugs is not good; it’s not that they don’t agree with me, they do, but they push everything away. I barely care.

Thing is, if I don’t drug-up, the migraines roll across me in waves, cycling three, four and five times every day.

You know that lovely relaxed feeling you get when you wake at 5am and it’s still blue-dark outside

and it’s raining hard, wind rattling the window panes, and you’re warm and cosy beneath the quilt?

That’s as alert as I get.