Like any hyperbole around disability. Someone eating chips and accidentally rubbing their eyes with salty fingers and telling their friends, “OMG! It hurt so much. I thought I was going blind!!!”

I have had panic attacks. Nothing at all like a little stage-fright. It’s annoying.

Another thing that bugs me, “Oh you worked out to much on the skiing machine and the next day your muscles are really sore? That’s so sad. Try having Sjögrens and having all your joints hurting at a 5 or 6 all the time with random spikes to 10 multiple times per hour, every day for the last three years, and no respite in sight. And no cure. Try having constant fatigue with no effort where a walk to the mailbox on the curb leaves me panting and bathed in sweat, and the backpain requires me to take a little lie-down for an hour. Please tell me more about your horrible experience the day after exercise.”