I returned to Mishawaka yesterday for more prolotherapy. I have been struggling with my first ribs, neck pain, jaw pain, and headaches lately so I was relieved it was time for shots again, as twisted as that sounds. I worked all the way there in my benefit planning world, knowing I would not be able to move much the rest of the day.
Thursday night, Brad and I headed back to Mishawaka since my prolotherapy appointment was at 8:15 Friday morning. After rescheduling three times because of weather and schedule conflicts, I was just desperate to get in a treatment when I could.
I started prolotherapy treatments in 2011. I have lost count as to how many I’ve had. I have learned along the way that prolotherapy is controversial in the world of EDS. The first EDS doctor I saw after I was diagnosed actually did not recommend it, although he admitted he did not know much about it. At that time, I was having a horrible time keeping my back and head supported without a neck or back brace. That doctor actually diagnosed me with cranial instability and sent me on my way with a referral to a spine surgeon, telling me he suspected the surgeon would determine that I needed a skull to C-3 fusion.
I traveled back to Mishawaka for more prolotherapy on Friday. In the past I had gone no more than 8 weeks between treatments. This time it had been 11 weeks. My body, especially my neck and jaw were telling me it was time, but I still felt pretty encouraged because I was doing better than I thought I would after 11 weeks.
I had prolotherapy again on Wednesday. This was intentional scheduling on my part. I knew when I finished gymnastics camp, I would be one hurting zebra, so I figured having shots right after camp ended would be a good way to tune everything up, and help relieve some of the pain.
It was a very early morning complete with a few choice words when the alarm went off.