So the interesting things about being in a situation like mine, and having a plague of invisible illnesses is that people will often ask you how you are doing. The immediate answer is, “Fine.” This is complete bullshit. Sometimes, if I know them, or if like today, it’s my kid’s doctor, I give them a more honest answer. Their response is often, “Well, but you look good!”
This is why make-up was invented, or at least it’s my best guess. People look and feel like complete crap sometimes, and they need to make the outside not feel like the inside for short amounts of time. I guess I’m good at it.