Today I feel completely hungover.
I haven’t had any alcohol at all in weeks.
I didn’t eat the bread or the fries that came with last night’s burger.
This is just my fibromyalgia being a complete jerk.
By the time I get to work, I will have drawn on every acting skill I have— and that’s quite a few— to present as ‘normal’.
I will do my job with absolute professionalism: my students will never know how dreadful My body feels.
After work, I will complete the errands on my to-do list. Those things don’t go away because I feel rotten.
Only when I come home again can I give in to the pain, the sluggishness, and the desire to just go to bed and moan a bit.
But they’re right.
I don’t “look sick”.
That’s because I am 100% accomplished at making it look like I’m not.