That morning, I woke up on the right side of the bed, happiest I've been in a long while. The smell of bacon and pancakes wafted under the gap of my white, bedroom door; the smell of Sunday I called it. I rolled on my side and sat up straight, my legs dangling off the edge of my Ikea bed, trying my best to shake off the vertigo that came as a sideffect of sitting up too fast. I hadn't even stood up yet and I already felt the ache and pain radiating through my body. I know I said I woke up happy, but the pain wasn't better than any other day. What improved was my thoughts. Normally I would be obsessing over what was wrong with me and why I felt so much pain; whether or not I was going to live another day. Suspiciously enough, that day I woke up not caring if I were to die or not. I felt content.
"Smells good, mom!" I exclaimed, passing through the rectangular archway into the farmhouse style kitchen. My mind would normally be screaming at me to prod her about when my doctors appointment was or if spitting up blood after brushing your teeth was normal, but today my mind was just whispering. "Hey, mom," I began to talk, a bite of pancake rested in my mouth.
She did't turn around, but we were close enough that I could tell when she heard me or not. "Hmm," she muttered, scrubbing the pan she used to make my pancakes, the aroma of lemon dish soap filling the kitchen for a split second. I swallowed the remaining pancake in my mouth, causing a quite gulping sound. I didn't speak until she dropped the pan into the large, white sink and turned around to face me.
"Is it normal to," I was cut off by my sister waltzing in the room and welcoming herself to the stack of pancakes in the middle of the table.
"Here we go again..." She giggled, "you worry too much, Bighead." She began to talk with her mouth full as well, "its all in your head." Wait for it...."your bighead." I rolled my eyes, feeling a sharp ache shoot through my ribs and my chest as I shifted in my seat. My mind began to race, "what was that?" "Why do I hurt so much?" I'm in tune with my body and I should know when something isn't right and my instincts are saying just that.
