“Can you describe your symptoms?” I clear my throat. “I’m just so … tired all the time.” “Not sleeping well?” “No, no. I fall asleep and even sleep through the night. But when I wake up, I feel exhausted. My legs, my arms…” As if they were evidence, I extend both arms. My hands dangle limply, and I have the bizarre impulse to shake them in the doctor’s face. But she nods. When I lower them, they drop into my lap like dead pieces of meat.
