I was never one of those girls who had a racy life pre-diagnosis. Nope. It was utterly, boringly free of sex, drugs…even rock ‘n’ roll. I listened to punk, actually, ate vegetarian (then vegan) organic food, and spent my time climbing mountains, swimming, and working to rescue animals. All very worthy, so what went wrong? Some days I wake and feel pellucid, like I’m held together not with bones, but with vibrating golden wires. Transcendental! Then, there are other days when just breathing is an effort. Everything moves painfully. Slowly. When living with illnesses that include chronic fatigue, when you are literally forced to slow down, how do you manage…