Sarah Ramey
From The Lady's Handbook for Her Mysterious Illness:
I returned to college under a heavy and invisible blanket of illness. I carried my portable IV antibiotics with me in a cooler, and my roommates sat with me in rocking chairs while I shot liquid antibiotics into my arm.
I rolled between classes and bed and back to classes like a wet log, waking with a start to find I had been dead asleep, face first on my desk in a class called The Amazing Brain.
Now my health was a trickster, a shape-shifter, a shroud, a mist.