Thelma and Louise

So, this morning was a small turning point, I think. I woke up sore from yesterday's brief adventure on Jan's elliptical machine, but after I rolled out of bed (yes, that still hurts every time), my first thought wasn't "What is the shortest route between here and my meds?"-- instead, it was "What is the fastest way I can get blood moving faster through my trapezius muscles?" (In case it was not made clear in previous entries, those muscles are really the epicenter of any discomfort for me. The tension, pain, and occasional muscle spasms are all happening there...it's not unlike the exclusive club scene in a major city. Just think of it that way. My trapezius muscles are like Area or Les Deux or whatever.) I think this is encouraging news. I know I'm not supposed to worry about the meds, and I should just focus on what I'm doing right, but here's how I see it: the faster I can get off of them, the sooner I can drive. I think I'm just particularly antsy today, but I absolutely hate that I can't just grab my keys and take off. I give my parents a lot of credit-- they seem to be sensitive to me needing to be by myself sometimes, but the only real distance I can get from anything at home is when I walk around the neighborhood. Hardly a decent escape! But, there again, this is really the first time that I've even thought of wanting an "escape"...that's probably encouraging, too, right?