I went for a walk today. Didn't go much better, but I certainly wasn't hoping for three laps this time. Two laps seems to be my threshold at the moment. The pain from fibromyalgia when working out is rather unlike the pains of working out without it. I still know the burn of muscles when pushing your body - it hasn't been too long since I was still pushing myself for a fitness class. The burning of nerves is very unlike the burning of muscles (even if it is the nerves that send the pain signals from the muscles.) It's just different. My muscles don't feel bruised, stretched out, or achy, my legs simply hurt.


I'm hoping that three aspirin and two ibuprofen will make even a little dent, even though it never really has in the past. I'm not going to just use up my Tramadol willy-nilly for both my own health and since I only have thirty for three months. I'm hoping that in about a week or so I can do two laps without a problem, and maybe even get to three every once in a while. I'm also hoping to go to the mall, so that means a good deal of walking. I want to be able to last more than a few minutes at a time.


On a higher note, my mood's been decent for quite a while and I got papers to fill out for disability, which means that the past denial letters were in reference to something else - perhaps our first missed appointment. Or maybe this is the part that's actually welfare, since the letter specifically said that I couldn't get Social Security benefits due to never having worked. In which case I apparently applied for two things and not just one. Whatever works, really. Things have been moving along, even if it's been very slow. Progress is progress.