I look healthy. Invisible illness allows me to be a 'poser' of normalcy. The last few weeks have been a dizzying circuit of medical appointments, family visits, and time with friends. Dancing the dance of presumed health, I pay the fiddler. I guess it is like our national deficit, I keep borrowing from my future reserves until some days I collapse in bed from exhaustion.
I remember the days when I could outlast the Energizer Bunny.
A lady with a chronic illness shared this link on another support site. The truth of this piece clicked in my mind with the simple analogy used in describing chronic illness to someone.
I thought I would share.
The Spoon Theory
