My failing body

Previously

…I started charting my symptoms obsessively: the duration of the radiating joint pain, the frequency of the dizzy spells that made me hesitate before crossing a street, the exact time in the morning the pervasive brain fog—that inability to hold a complex thought—would descend. The battle was unseen because, to the outside world, I looked like Sarah. Sarah who smiled, talked, sometimes walked a little slowly, but was fundamentally intact. They couldn't see the constant, low-grade fever that never broke