As a person who has been able-bodied my whole life, I thought I was having one of those nightmares where you can't move or run away. It took me half an hour to realize that I was, in fact, awake. This was real.
It was the spring of my sophomore year of college when I contracted Löfgren syndrome, an acute autoimmune disease that attacked the fat cells in my joints, particularly my knees. My legs swelled up like tree trunks and I broke out in nasty red bumps that felt hot to the touch. Every morning, I would wake up with legs so stiff and pained that I would only gain the strength to walk after several hours of popping pain medicine and stretching.
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