Write about a time that you lashed out at someone close to you because of frustration/fear/anger resulting from your health condition and you wish you could take it back.
Forgive yourself and let it go
There are lots of small instances I can think of where I’ve been short with people because of pain, medication, or a combination of both. I admit that my family members take a brunt of that shortness. Thankfully, they are understanding, and I’m usually coherent enough to correct myself very quickly afterward.
I think the worst thing that I’ve ever said though was to my mother. My mom has suffered from migraines for a long time, and she has one almost constantly. At some point when I had a migraine that wouldn’t break, she said something to me about possibly going to the doctor’s to get a shot of medication since none of my rescue meds were working and I was going on something like day 3 of the migraine. I very clearly remember saying, “I’m not going to get a shot of medication. I don’t want to end up like you, mom.”
About .5 seconds after those words left my lips, I realized just how horrible they sounded. Sure, I only meant that in the context of how dependent my mother was upon her medication on that time to get through each day, but I knew it would be interpreted in so many different ways. The idea of her thinking that I may have meant more than my intention was enough to make me start bawling. I tried to explain to her what I meant, and she understood, but I’ve always carried that with me. I’m sure it stung, and it was an unnecessary statement.
I didn’t end up going to the hospital or the doctor’s to get shots. I was able to eventually break the migraine through, well, I’m not sure how exactly I broke the migraine, but it happened.
As awful as it sounds, I think a bit of good came out of those awful words, because my mom started to get a bit more proactive about her migraines. She was much more inquisitive about medications and started to talk about alternative therapies with her doctor. On one hand, that makes me feel like I may have done some good, but on the other hand, it makes me feel even worse because it means that those words affected her much more than I prayed they had. My mom has always been my biggest supporter, and I would never, ever want to hurt her like that.
I guess those are the kinds of things pain will do to you.
But now I’m forgiving myself. My mom has forgiven me, and I need to be able to say that I said something hurtful, apologized, and can let go.
So I’ll share a more humorous story about me & my mom:
My mother and I also have both suffered from kidney stones. The worst attack I ever had was during my junior year of high school. I found out on a Thursday that I had a stone blocking my left kidney. My (then) urologist told me he’d schedule my surgery for Tuesday and give the stone time to work its way out and pass on its own.
Horrible decision.
He gave me Ultracet for the pain, which, for someone who took Percocet for migraines at that time, was like saying “Oh, you have a kidney stone? Here’s some Skittles.”
So I basically spent the weekend either in bed drinking water or ginger ale, watching movies, crying because of the pain, totally spaced out on meds, or vomiting. My mom spent most of the weekend in bed with me, because she didn’t want me to be alone through the pain. And I vividly remember through one terrible bout of pain - this is past the point where I had just started to vomit bile because there was nothing left in my stomach to get rid of - turning to my mother with tears in my eyes and having this conversation -
Rachel: Why are you doing this to me?
Mom: What?
Rachel: I mean, sure, you gave me a nice singing voice, and pretty hair, but you also gave me migraines, kidney stones, and glaucoma.
Mom: No one here has glaucoma.
Rachel: YOU GAVE ME GLAUCOMA!
Mom: I don’t have glaucoma. YOU don’t have glaucoma.
Rachel: IT’S COMING. I CAN FEEL THE GLAUCOMA COMING ON.
We both then collapsed into fits of laughter. Which quickly turned to tears for me because laughing & kidney stones don’t mix.
However, every once in awhile she still likes to remind me that she didn’t give me glaucoma.