Upset

I am sorry y'all that I haven't posted in so long. I have fibromyalgia amongst other health issues. It is a very difficult disease because not only affects you physically but also emotionally and, I am going to go as far as to say, mentally.
I get upset very easily. The pain (nerve endings), never goes away. I am not one to be complaining or screaming (even though sometimes I feel like it). I tell my hubby, Viv, and if Nathan is home I tell him, that I am in way too much pain and need to be left alone. Other than that one can assume that at any given moment some part(s) of my body is (are) hurting. Right now my left foot is numb and same side leg is hurting.
One of the major problems with fibro sufferers is what we hear all the time from healthy ppl.
"it's all in your head" "it's a mind thing" "mind over matter" "are you really in that much pain?"
"have you tried this or that?" "buy good shoes" or, the worse one of them all "but you look so good!"
So today this lady from my Sunday school class came to bring me a "meal." I haven't been to my SS class in forever, but my hubby still goes. I never asked anyone there to bring me anything. She came out of her own will. Anyway, she comes and my Bambam goes outside, I also have Ellie (my daughter's dog for now), they are both sweet girls.
The lady asked me if they were not gonna "bother" her. I was like, if there were a chance that they were mean and vicious, I would not let them go outside to greet you. I still have some IQ left. Duh!
She comes in and her idea of a home cooked meal is a quick stop at the grocery store. She has 2 fully cooked chickens, some potatoe salad and rolls. I am not ungrateful, but my problem is standing for too long to cook. My hubby can go to the store and buy food. Whatever.
then she looks at me, and she says "but you look so good" not once but like 5 times (for real).
Then she says they miss me at the SS class. I said "thank you, but I cannot make it." My dear hubby starts (another no-no for a fibro person), comparing me to someone else. In this instance it was this gentleman who suffered a major stroke about 18 months ago. I went to church on Easter and this gentleman sat by my son-in-law. The man stunk and kept passing gas.
Sometimes you just cannot have a social life you know.
Anyway, the woman kept looking at me, smiling, and repeating "but you look so good." Ok, I got it lady. Do you wanna take your meal to someone who's actually look sick? Fine, I don't need to put up with this crap.