This is an assignment from my Multimedia Composition class that is called a visual narrative. It is a story told through words and pictures. It is about a morning in my life. I hope you enjoy it 🙂
A Morning Like Any Other
“BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!” I open one eye and paw around until I find my cell phone that is on my night stand; it screeches like a banshee and blinking bright red numbers, that are almost screaming, read 5:00 am. I begin pushing buttons in vain as I have set the alarm up so that I have to put in a password to turn it off. Why did conscious me have to be so annoying? I finally manage to type in the password and make the noise stop. A new day has started and I begin to claw myself out of the fog that is my mind. I quickly run today’s intended events through my head as to wake up my brain in preparation. In reality the list is short since it is Monday, my “easy” day: Neurobiology at 8 am followed directly after by Immunology and then technically I can come home. Although, ideally I will also be able to check-in to my online English class and do some studying for my other science courses for the next day. Also, if all goes relatively well I can spend some time with my boyfriend or my friends before continuing on with the school week. Just thinking about my day seems to awaken the fibromyalgia that runs through my body. My muscles begin to tense at the thought of too many activities but I push those thoughts aside determined to keep on moving.
I sit up, still with only one eye open, and stretch carefully as I don’t want to over exert my already sore muscles. I feel my morning migraine begin to creep in, slowly like a shadow it overtakes the left side of my head with a rhythmic pounding and then just as silently it starts moving towards the back of my head where it settles for the time being. I throw my feet over the side of the bed carelessly and I instantly regret the motion as my foot bumps into my dresser with a loud thud which instantly sends a shooting yet numbing pain into my foot. The noise wakes up my therapy dog, Teddy, and he glances up at me suspiciously with only a sliver of light highlighting my face. I apologize for waking up the royal dog, as I like to call him, and finally place my feet on the ground so that I can shuffle the short distance from my room to the bathroom.
I grab my cell phone and note the time; this whole ordeal has only taken a total of three minutes yet I feel exhausted. My body droops as I force myself into the cold hallway and I shiver as my bare feet touch the freezing tile that has been cooled by the open window. In a heroic attempt I turn on the bathroom light in one beat and turn it back off in the next. It was only a few milliseconds that I was exposed to the bright fluorescent lights but they have overwhelmed my eyes and my migraine has elevated. I stumble around the bathroom and tenderly massage my scalp as I turn on the shower and find the perfect ratio of hot to cold water. As the water falls I quickly brush my teeth and moisten my mouth in an effort to get rid of the dry mouth that is a result of my evening medications. I run my tongue over my teeth and feel satisfied with their cleanliness. I hesitantly and cautiously step into the warm stream of water that welcomes me into the best part of my morning routine. As the water cascades over my aching body, rushing to flood my senses, I feel uplifted by the sensation and I smile at the peace I feel when I can accomplish a simple task such as showering. Taking longer than necessary I go through my shower and finally step out, reluctantly, and wrap myself in the biggest towel I can find.
I run back into my room fleeing the cold and dive under the covers, silently promising that I will only stay for five minutes before getting dressed. I have to laugh at myself because I’m not fooling anyone. Both my bed and I know that I will end up staying for a minimum of fifteen minutes as I rationalize that I can absolutely get dressed in only a few minutes. Finally I get out of my bed, sadly leaving the covers that have cocooned my lovingly, and start rummaging my drawers for clothes. After an eternity of searching I find some acceptable jeans, a top that is attractive yet not too tight that it is uncomfortable but most importantly is cotton and breathes well as my skin is quite sensitive. A short wrestling match ensues between my jeans and I but I come out victorious as the denim is finally on my body. I start to search for my shoes. I need something comfy yet cute. I reach for a pair of colorful converse… no, too tight for this day. Instead I settle for some flats that will be easy to slip on and off throughout the day. If I could I would wear my panda slippers but alas society frowns about that.
When the chaos of getting dressed ends I am faced with my least favorite part of my morning routine. I avoid this part as much as possible because it is painful, it is frustrating, and it is interminable. I grab my hairbrush, a detangler, and some anti-frizz serum. Callously I impregnate my hair with as much detangler as it will accept and begin the treacherous task of running my brush through the tangles that drape themselves off of my head like a mess of vines. My scalp screams at the agony that it is enduring and the very follicles of my hair beg for mercy. As quickly as possible I detangle and run my brush until it can pass by smoothly. This small victory allows me to put some effort into moisturizing my hair with the serum that will make a valiant effort at keeping humidity out. I’m far too tired to even attempt an actual hair style so I settle for two clips pushing back my bangs and continue with the rest of my morning.
I sit down for breakfast which consists of a bowl of cereal with a side of pain medication. I swallow the pills quickly not even bothering to take them one at time but instead all at once. I finish breakfast and as I’m putting my dishes in the sink I glance at the clock. After everything I’ve gone through and it is only 6:15… I still have a whole day to live through. I have a day to look forward to though, a day in which I will pace myself but do as much as I can. I have another day and that’s enough for me.
I will go through this day in pain, but I will also do so with a smile on my face because even though this last hour has been an eternity, I know that I am lucky to have made it this far. I persevered against the alarm clock, the dry mouth, the shower, getting dressed, a detangling, and even breakfast which is more than I can handle on many mornings. I will go on to my classes and learn about the complexity of the brain and the intricate wiring of our immune system. I will fill my head with what I love most, knowledge! I will see my family, boyfriend, and friends as they walk beside me through the pain, the struggles, the small victories, and the big triumphs. This morning has no sympathy for me and I don’t expect it to, instead I will keep moving forward, one minute at a time.