Well i'm with you there, when we got we get it's human nature (think of the iccle babies - when them gets tired them gets EEEVVVIIILLL! they allow human nature to show all the time, it's only social decorum that stops everyone doing it) But with us it makes the feelings of exhaustion so overwhelming that nothing could stop our reaction to it (grrr argghh )
The saddest thing about it is that it usually gets thrown at the people we love the most. When i'm bad - my mum even trying to start an inane pleasant small talk type conversation sets me off (I'M TOO ILL TO GIVE A MONKEYS about THE BLOODY WEATHER) When i'm bad i don't think theres anything that could make me give a toss! Sadly when the m.e/c.f.s and fibro kicks in, all i can handle is how i'm feeling - trying to cope - fighting the brain fog (which i find the worst because if i can think straight, i can handle dealing with the other symptoms) Anybody asking any more of me or giving their armchair diagnosis (let them live one day in our shoes and they'd shut their cake holes)
I think the best and only thing any of us can do is go through it - get through it - and then appologise for what we did whilst we were in the throws of a relapse. Anybody who matters (and loves us) will understand - eventually.
Hope that helps mate. if having someone to rant at would help - i'm here.
God bless Treehugginhippy