Today is not a good day. My legs don’t work properly and my knees are like two overripe oranges, fit to burst, spongy, about to turn bad. And my shoulder has gone. A net of taut knots has replaced it, pulling me in the wrong direction. And my neck has a shard of painful rock driven into the side of it. And I look fine.
I look 32, something close to slender, healthy, fit and I can’t move for the pain. I’m tired. The heavy soreness sucking me down. My bed is my uncomfortable partner. Invisible condition. Chronic pain. Ehlers Danlos III. Empty meaningless words, I wish I could flesh them out with the weight of my limbs, with the ache, so you could see it. Just once. Today is not a good day.