Somehow, celebrating Halloween seems a bit redundant when you live each day with chronic pain. Strangely, all of the popular figures associated with Halloween are all too familiar to us. Let’s take on a few of these goofy monsters.
Ghoulies: We visit them often as they stab our veins and take our blood. For many of us this happens every month or two. I can only thank a lifetime of maturation for changing my manners when it comes to this blood letting. What if all the adults who were sitting in the outpatient lab behaved like two-year-olds and screamed loudly enough to be heard on the third floor? Now, that’s a sight I’d pay to see and hear. Could I be one of the screamers?
Goblins: Many of us are unfortunate experts on these little “meanies” as they follow us around from day to day. They trip us as we walk. They grab our ankles in the dark and on stairways? They poke and prod us when we try to sleep and find original and varied ways to torture us with their ornery presence. Goblins double our laundry load in the hamper, eat those missing socks, throw extra dirt onto our floors and along with help from their friends, the spiders, fill the corners of our rooms with webs. They take great pleasure in our misery and thinking up new ways to malign us as we live each day. Goblins specialize in piling up problems for us. Their motto is, “You think you have problems now? Just wait. Hee. Hee.”
Ghosts: Each of us who live an altered life knows the presence of ghosts as they haunt our nights with thoughts of what used to be. They fly over our beds with their wispy flight, brushing away our hopes and dreams as they haunt. They stir up trouble reminding us of unfulfilled dreams and aspirations. The ghosts of Halloweens past whisper in our ears each day, not just on this pumpkin toned and blackly veiled day. The most vicious of the lot are the ghosts with sharp teeth which tear at our progress and haunt our hopes with doubts and negativity. They waken us in the dark filling our minds with remorse, doubts and recrimination. They whisper the questions with no answers. Those are the Why, Why Why’s?
Witches on broomsticks: My hand goes up on this one because I, all too often see a similarity between bitchy and witchy. I may not ride a broom but wouldn’t if I could. Are you kidding, with my sore behind? I confess the witching wardrobe looks very comfortable and especially like the striped long stockings. I like to tell myself I’m like the good witch of the North, Glinda, in the Wizard of Oz with all her lightness and fluff, sequins and charm but I fear I far too often emulate the wicked witch of the West with her cackle and total lack of charm. Plant a big fat wart on my nose and we could be sisters.
You see? Halloween is all too familiar to us who live this altered life. We just need to remember to behave more like Dorothy with Toto at her side as we humbly and cautiously walk along the yellow brick road in our quest for the Emerald City. She was lost and far from home yet she made new friends and endured with their help. It would have been easy for her to give in to fear, she did not. Hope was her byword as it is ours.