A perfect example:
Thursday, I was about the worst I've been in 2017. I was sitting on the couch, in recliner position. Buddy came running to jump into my lap, but forgot that the couch is higher than the floor and slammed, chest-first, into my left foot. He was fine, always is. My foot hurt a little, but nothing compared to how the rest of me was feeling.
Friday morning, still feeling pretty cruddy. About half an hour after I woke up, I happened to look at my left foot. Clearly two broken toes, one not even facing exactly in the right direction. Both purple. So, I taped them up and wore slippers all day.
Saturday, out running errands, still taped. Part way through my toes started noticeably hurting. That's how I really knew that the fibro was getting better. No more fibro masking any 'real' pain I was experiencing.
Make sense now?
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