Marauding

Last evening after dinner as I slowly bit into a piece of audaciously delicious chocolate, a small voice inside my head told me to not partake in another bite, and I listened to the small voice after I'd had a couple more bites.
The chocolate in question was a bit of a nuclear bomb; it was tiny but not too tiny and tightly packed with layers of thick chocolates in various forms. It had both crunch and goo all chocolate, and covered in a thick sweet dark chocolate layer, making it a triple treat.
My only gripe was that it was too sweet and potentially a trigger for migraine which is exactly what it did.
As I lay down to sleep that night I felt slight vibrations at the back of my skull and I let my optimism trump experience because I ignored it for the moment only to have a bassoon serving as a background to the pain of hammer bursting their death song upon my skull this morning.
It hurt, oh lord it hurt and my eyes looked about ready to pop.
Mercifully I'd done most meal prep last night and how I packed lunch today was a miracle because moments later I was downing a banana and a medicine after which I lost myself on my bed and died for a solid two hours before waking up to a mild thrum that still persists.
I hate when this happens and now as I lounge on a large chair, wrestling with the thought of having another small cup of tea I realize it's a Tuesday out on a kill.
It shan't have me today!