“You’re Making Up Symptoms,” They Laughed—Until the Specialist’s Report Came Back.

has been quietly betraying me in ways no one can see. It started small enough to dismiss—the kind of tired that didn’t go away after sleep, the kind of ache that felt like I’d run a marathon even when I’d done nothing but fold towels. Then came the fevers, low at first, just enough to make my skin feel too hot and my bones feel too cold. The rashes continue reading …