My expectations in relation to my reality have changed over the past three months. Pre Diagnosis, or P.D., as I’ve come to call it. I could have a list down my arm to be completed. And would get everything accomplished before going to the gym for an hour, commuting the 45 minutes home to whip up dinner for my two roommates, AND still have the energy to wash the dishes! – Yes, I was that obnoxious. These days I’m lucky if Im able to go to the rest room without feeling like I’ve run a marathon.