I can't remember the last time I actually was able to walk home from the tube and not have it be an incredible trial. It's about a mile but it's just been so, so hard to make it all the way, but tonight it was nothing, no problem at all, and I didn't even think about it until I realize how surprisingly easy it was.
I've now had nearly three entire good days in a row. This is more than I've had since this all started in November, around November 7th or so I think it was - well, the hives kicked in around the 10th and it was from the 11th that they started making things intolerable. My God, to read the post I wrote November 6th about trying to get happy, I had no idea my life was going to fall apart so catastrophically. I guess it's best not to measure against everything I've lost from where I was ... I need to measure the progress I'm making now, and worry about almost everything else on that list much, much later.