Hmm. My recovery back in 1997, after 4 years of illness, was switch-like. One day I sat up in bed, and noted to self, "I just sat up like it was nothing!" That recovery was about 85% and allowed some exercise - mainly it allowed me to complete medical training without taking more time off (I had been taking a few months break between each rotation during medical school). That included internship, with some 110 hour weeks - I was in the last group of residents in the US to not have the 80 hour a week work limitation imposed on them.
Come to think of it, my illness onset was very switch-like: I was on a small hike with friends near our house (tick infested woods in Portola Valley, CA), when I suddenly felt like I weighed a thousand pounds and wanted to lie down immediately. Prior to that moment, I was completely well and in excellent physical condition.
My relapse, acknowledged (by me) in 2009, was more gradual. It probably started during my fellowship (2006-2007) but it was only when I tried to start a full-time job that I had to face the fact that I wasn't going to make it pushing at that level. I'd been able to take 3 miles walk/hikes in the mountains of Utah before moving to Tucson, but that was all I could do (sleep most of day, get up, walk in evening, eat dinner, go to bed). After moving to Tucson, things just gradually got worse. I'm sure I damaged myself by pushing, pushing to exercise, pushing to work. Pretending everything was OK. Kind of like I did in the very beginning - after 3 weeks of a "flu" that didn't get better, I decided to ignore it.
If only, if only, I had curled up in a ball and done nothing for a year or so - like Sue Blackmore did. Or, maybe found a doctor by some miracle and gotten some gamma globulin back then!