I may be a beginner at blogging, but I'm a veteran at CFS/CFIDS/ME (different names for the same disease). I caught what the doctor thought was the flu in 1973. It wasn't the flu. And I haven't been the same since. I went from being an athlete (tennis, soccer, softball, hiking, and biking) to being bed-bound to using a cane to coping with limits to stretching limits. With relapses along the way.
Probably the hardest part has been what this misunderstood, discounted, minimized illness has done to my brain. I was a writer/editor who could write and understand poetry, proof read a book, write a newsletter, and read for hours. In the span of three years I could no longer understand the lyrics to songs or what a poem meant or understand what was in my mail or get well cards. Fortunately I'm not there now. I'm so grateful to be able to read again. But it's not the same. Reading and writing takes much work, and I can only do it in spurts.
That's enough for now (It's taken me a long time to learn limits!). More later about cognitive problems. For example - a good day means I use words with more syllables. And this much writing in one day means it's been a relatively good one.
More on symptoms.