Prolotherapy day.  It was a quick trip this time around.  We got up at the crack of dawn.  Drove to Mishawaka.  Got gas.  Ate Subway.  And went to my appointment.

I was weighed.  My blood pressure

Brad and I returned to good ol’ Mishawaka last night, in preparation for my prolotherapy treatment I had this morning.  We hit our usual hot spots: Life is Good, Meijer for Fat Tire and one Chobani (for my breakfast), and then Papa Vino’s for dinner…

I found my brother a beer called, Ranger, at Meijer’s that I decided I just HAD to buy him since he will be starting

It was back to Mishawaka for more prolotherapy on Friday.

Sometimes, we try to add a few “fun” things to our trip, but this time, it was all about business.  We drove to the office, I had the shots, and we drove back.  It was a prolo day, so of course, the Weather Channel had declared a Winter Weather Advisory to begin at about the same time we got into the car to head home.

At this point, Brad and I have just come to terms with the fact that prolo days mean snow days.

I thought this was a fitting quote for prolotherapy.  Whenever I lay on that table, I try to concentrate on the happy things that help me forget the burning, the crunching sounds, and the pain from the needles.  Sometimes I think about the beach, which is definitely one of my top three happy places.  Other times, I chat about all different topics with Brad and Dr. Cantieri, which usually helps keep my mind off of the pain. 

Round 8 of prolotherapy.  Check!

Because yesterday was a half-day for elementary students in our district, Brad and I decided to go to Mishawaka for my appointment the night before.  Brad is from Canton and has been going to the same dentist all of his life.  He needed dental work done so he made an appointment for yesterday afternoon.  Therefore, our plan was to get out of school, drive to Canton for Brad’s dentist appointment, and then drive to Indiana for my prolo appointment (which was this morning).