Prolo was a week ago (the 8th). It went well, but I was way more nervous this time. I was trying to brace myself for the pain I knew was coming from starting treatment on the third joint of my pelvis (the pubic bone), but I also knew that probably wouldn’t be possible. Dr. B started like normal on my back and went up much higher than before, well over half way up my back. The good thing is that the higher up it goes the less painful it is (sort of) because the bone is much closer so the needle doesn’t have to go in nearly as far.
After that it was time for the pubic bone. I got lucky this time because Spirit decided to grace us with his presence once Dr. B got done with my back. Spirit is a dog by the way, a Golden Retriever who has got to be the most laid back dog I’ve ever met. He grew up in the doctor’s office, and knows how all that goes, but usually he stays in the living room and doesn’t move an inch when I’m there. This time he wandered in and just laid down beside the thing I was lying on. Dr. B said he must like me because he doesn’t do that for most people, I was honored. I think he could tell I was more nervous, but once I got in there it went away for the most part.
Dr. B asked if I was ready, I said ‘maybe’, he laughed and said “I hear you…here we go”, and then started. It did hurt a lot, and I’m not even going to try and explain what it felt like other than saying it was very weird. Anyone who has had any injections like these knows that feeling that you get the first time, the one where you can’t believe how freakin far that needle is going inside you and just wondering how much further those bones could possibly be. I’ve gotten used to that in my back because I’ve had it done so many times, but it happened all over again. He only did maybe five or six so it didn’t take long at all before I heard the wonderful words “Okay, we’re done!”
They always give me a few minutes afterwards to just sit up and drink some water so I don’t stand up and pass out or anything like that, but I must have sat there for thirty minutes this time just petting Spirit before I even tried to get up. I didn’t really want to get up because somehow I wasn’t in any pain in the position I was lying in, but I finally did. I was sore, and limped to the couch while mom did the paperwork part and then we headed home.
I was way more sore the next few days, and couldn’t do as much as I usually can afterwards (and that’s not much). It hurt to cough and laugh and move, but the worst only lasted about two days. I overdid it two days in a row last week though so it didn’t go away completely until a couple of days ago; I guess because I didn’t give it enough time to heal.
Yesterday I joined the gym at Pro-Therapy, the place I did physical therapy the last time. I had one of my old PTs test my strength and I got a 5/5 on everything! That’s only a little bit better than when I left there, but that was after I went and worked out four days a week for a few months, and this was after I hadn’t worked out at all since December. That’s pretty huge. But after that I met with a personal trainer to show me how to work all the machines and help me get a plan together. It was cool; the guy has been a trainer for 24 years so he knows what he’s doing. We didn’t get done, so I go back to day to finish up, but I am so sore I don’t think I’ll be doing much. We would have gotten done had we not got on the subject of music. He plays bass and so we talked about gear, and he loves metal so we talked for at least thirty minutes on favorite bands and all that stuff. I recommended a few so he’s going to let me know what he thinks of them when I go back today. I get the feeling we won’t get much done, but he will probably have some new favorites.
This is my back a about an hour or two afterwards. You can see it brused on the lower right side, that still hurts.
