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. 

Prolotherapy, round #Ihavelostcount.

Thursday marked nine weeks since I had my last prolotherapy injections.  That is the longest I have gone since I started, and I think it was a couple of weeks too long.  The two weeks leading up to my appointment, I was dealing with some major neck and shoulder pain…to the point that I was sleeping with my trusty rice heating pads again.  Needless to say, I was ready to get in the car and make our way to Dr. Cantieri’s office.