Appearances Are Never What They Seem

I decided to post these photos to show people how things can look compared to how things really feel.

These photos were taken on the same day.

In the afternoon, I sat on a higher stool and provided live music at East Village Junction. I had a TON of fun and completely loved it, but that's doesn't mean I wasn't in pain.
The night before I had actually gotten so nervous that my throat swelled up to the point of affecting my breathing, so I required an extra injection that, luckily, fought off a more severe reaction.
Then, that day I had to be so extra medicated that it affected my ability to stay focused. Hopefully not many people noticed, but I messed up the lyrics and even entire verses just because my cognitive function was impaired. Then even with the extra medication I reached about 9/10 pain halfway through the performance.
But I know that it's one afternoon. It is a couple of hours on one day, maybe 4 times a year. Maybe. So, for me, it's worth the horrendous pain.

Now, after the performance is the photo of me in the wheelchair. The first day (other than at a hospital) that I relented and used a wheelchair just to get around. I was determined to hit the grounds at Stampede with Rj on his day off, so we went and I used a wheelchair.

In the photos you see smiles and singing and I look almost unstoppable.
And it WAS the best day this year so far. It was an amazing day.
What you don't see is the fallout. You don't see how much medication I was on. You don't see me bawling my eyes out unable to sleep just from pain. You don't see how my body responded to this amazing day... it basically shut down and expelled everything. I actually had nightmares that I was dead - I dreamt of heaven and hell and that I was 'crossing over'.
These great days are few and far between and are a sacrifice. I never know HOW bad my body will react, and it is a risk to do ANYTHING at all. It was a risk to go get bloodwork today. It was a risk to try reading yesterday (which increased a migraine). It is a risk every single day to step outside - the sun can make me feel worse and even walking is painful. It is a risk to do anything - and singing, once in a while, is worth the risk, but it doesn't mean that I don't suffer.

My point is - you can never tell how much someone might be struggling by how they look. Just because I am in astronomical pain some days doesn't mean I always look it. Some of my best days have occurred when I have been in astronomical pain.

I understand how people can be confused. I mean, watching me sing and then seeing me on the grounds in a wheelchair might seem completely contradictory. It's not.
Seeing me using a cane one day and then walking in heels a week later might seem contradictory. It's not.
My illnesses are rollercoasters. Inflammation results in flare-ups. Some days are better than others - it is that way for most chronic diseases.

It is possible for to have really incredible and great days while also being in mind-bending pain. 

I am just very good at hiding pain.

I can hide pain while I am on stage, I hide pain to 'act' and 'appear' normal to go out on a date with my hubby, and I hide pain for photo shoots. The pain isn't gone, it isn't better, it is well-hidden.
I have been hiding pain since I was 14 years old... and since then, apart from one weird day in 2003, I have never had any day completely without pain.

I hope that we can change the tone of voice when people say "you don't look sick".
I hope we can change it to "Wow, you don't look sick today. What's your secret?" Or "Wow, it is amazing how your body can be totally giving up and you can still look so healthy".
Basically, once you take the judgement out of it, add in a touch of compassion, it changes everything.