Top Orthopedic Surgeon: "This Is the Fastest Way to Calm Arthritic Hip and Knee Pain, and Avoid the Replacement Everyone Says Is 'Just a Matter of Time'"

By Dr. Alan Whitfield, MD | Board-Certified Orthopedic Surgeon 26 Years in the OR · 4,000+ Hip & Knee Replacements Performed November 13, 2026

The diagnosis was right. The conclusion, "wait for surgery while it gets worse," is where everyone gets it wrong. After 26 years and over 4,000 joint replacements, I can tell you exactly why every pill, injection, and even my own perfect surgeries kept failing my patients. And the one thing, taken at the one right time of day, that finally breaks the cycle.

I need you to read this carefully. All of it.

Not because I'm selling you something. But because if you've been told your hip or knee is "bone on bone," that your arthritis is "just wear and tear," or that a replacement is "only a matter of time," what I'm about to show you could change the next twenty years of your life.

My name is Dr. Alan Whitfield. I'm a board-certified orthopedic surgeon. Twenty-six years. Over 4,000 hip and knee replacements performed with my own two hands. I still operate two days a week, so no, I'm not here to tell you surgery is useless. I built my career on it.

And I can tell you right now, I already know your story.

You go to bed with a pillow wedged between your knees because it's the only position that doesn't scream. You know the joint that wakes you up at 3 in the morning, hot and throbbing, when you haven't moved in hours. You know the first steps out of bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress waiting for your knee or hip to let you stand. You plan your entire day around one flight of stairs.

You limp from the couch to the kitchen. You've stopped getting down on the floor with the grandkids because you're not sure you'd get back up. Maybe there's a cane by your door. Maybe a surgery date you're quietly trying to postpone one more year.

And somewhere along the way, a surgeon like me pointed at your X-ray, said the words "bone on bone," and then delivered the sentence you're living under right now: "Come back when it's bad enough."

I know that sentence well, because for fifteen years I was the one saying it. I'm here to tell you those words are not a plan. By the end of this page, you'll understand exactly why nothing you've tried has ever worked, and why your joint is not worn out. It is on fire. And that fire burns hardest while you sleep.

Why I'm Risking 26 Years of My Career to Tell You This

I'm about to upset every orthopedic surgeon in America. My own colleagues. The guys in my Thursday golf foursome. The department I ran for twelve years. Because what I'm about to share could leave a lot of operating rooms empty.

But I don't care. Not anymore. Not since the night that changed everything.

It was 2:47 AM on a Tuesday. Fourteen months after my wife's hip replacement. I woke up to an empty bed, and I found Carol downstairs in the recliner she had basically moved into, a pillow wedged between her knees, both hands pressed on her other hip. Not crying. Sobbing. "We did everything right, Alan. We did everything. And it still wakes me up every night."

She was right. We had run the entire playbook, the same one I prescribed to thousands of patients. Physical therapy: twelve weeks, twice a week. Her muscles got a little stronger. The pain didn't move an inch. The cortisone shots: the first bought her six weeks of relief, the second four, the third barely two. The pills: ibuprofen, then naproxen, then meloxicam, then omeprazole to protect her stomach from the meloxicam, then tramadol on the bad nights. And when none of it worked, I gave her the sentence I had given a thousand times before: "It's bone on bone. It's only a matter of time now."

So we did the surgery. A surgeon I had trained myself gave her a brand-new hip. I picked the implant. I checked every angle on the post-op X-ray with my own eyes. It was textbook. Flawless. The kind of result you show in a lecture.

And there she was, fourteen months later, sobbing in a recliner at 2:47 in the morning. The new hip still ached at night. Her other hip had started to go. Her knees were stiff every morning. Her hands were so swollen she'd stopped wearing her wedding ring. She still planned her entire day around one flight of stairs. She had stopped getting down on the floor to play with our grandson.

And I just stood there. Useless. A surgeon with 4,000 replacements behind him, staring at the one patient he couldn't help.

That night, standing in my own kitchen, something inside me snapped. Because if the joint was perfect, and the pain was still there, every night, at the same hour, then everything I had believed for 26 years about where joint pain comes from had to be wrong. And I was going to find out what was right. Even if it meant tearing down everything I'd built my name on.

The Line You Cannot Afford to Cross

Before anything else, you need to know where you stand. Because arthritis is not static. It is progressive. And buried in the research there is a line most surgeons never mention. I know, because I used to be one of them.

The years between your diagnosis and your surgery, the "come back when it's bad enough" years, are where your joint is actually won or lost. Because every night you wait, the fire inside the joint eats a little more of the cartilage. And cartilage does not grow back. Not with exercise. Not with therapy. Not with any pill. I watched it happen on X-rays in my own office, over and over, for 26 years.

So answer three questions right now. It takes 30 seconds. Nobody's watching.

One. Does your hip or knee ever wake you up at night, when you're lying perfectly still?

Two. When you get out of bed, how long until the joint feels normal? A few minutes? Half an hour? Longer?

Three. Is it worse first thing in the morning, before you've done anything at all, than it is at lunchtime?

Now answer honestly:

Stiff for a few minutes in the morning, but it never wakes you? The fire is there, it's just early. It burns low every night, and every night it takes a little. The window is wide open. For now.

It wakes you some nights, and the stiffness lasts half an hour or more? That's the fire showing itself. Danger zone. Every night, for eight hours, it has your joint to itself.

It wakes you most nights, and the mornings are the worst part of your day? Then you need to act immediately. The fire is burning hot, every night, and the cartilage it's eating is cartilage you will never get back.

Here's why that matters. A worn-out part hurts when you use it. It doesn't wake you up at 3 AM when you're not using it at all. A fire does.

I think about two women whose X-rays sat in my viewer in the same year. Same age. Same diagnosis, bone on bone, left knee. Eighteen months apart in their choices. The first found what I'm about to show you while her joint still had something left to protect. I watched her walk out of her follow-up without the cane she came in with, and we took her off my surgery schedule.

The second waited. Pills, cortisone, and a "watch and wait" from her doctor. By the time she reached my schedule, the fire had eaten through what was left, and it had spread to her other knee. I replaced the first knee beautifully. Eleven months later she was back for the second.

Same age. Same diagnosis. Eighteen months separated their futures. However you answered those three questions, that's where you are on the line right now. The line doesn't wait. And neither should you.

So What's Actually Causing This? (It's Not What Your X-Ray Shows)

After that night with Carol, I spent three months living like a resident again. Rheumatology journals I had barely opened in 26 years. Inflammation research my own surgical training had taught me to skip. And what I found made me want to punch a hole through my computer screen, because it had been sitting there the whole time.

Here's the first thing nobody tells you. The cartilage at the center of your "bone on bone" X-ray, the thing everyone blames, the thing I built my career replacing, has no nerve endings. It cannot feel pain. Not a twinge. So where is the pain actually coming from?

From the lining of the joint. The synovium. It's supposed to make the fluid that keeps your joint smooth. In most joints labeled "osteoarthritis," that lining is inflamed. Swollen. Thickened. Burning. Researchers call it synovitis. When I drained a swollen knee and pulled out a syringe of yellow fluid, that was the smoke from that fire. I drained thousands of them. I never once asked what was burning.

Now picture your body as a building with a night guard. During the day, the guard is on duty. Your body's own natural anti-inflammatory, cortisol, keeps the fire in check. But the guard runs on a clock.

Every night, the guard goes home. In 1994, researchers in Sweden drew blood from arthritis patients every few hours, all through the night. The inflammation signal climbed all night long and peaked between 2 and 7 in the morning, exactly when cortisol drops to the lowest point of the day.

I call it what it is: the Night Fire. And it sets off a four-part loop that lives underneath every arthritic joint I have ever operated on:

One. The lining catches fire. The synovium swells and inflames. Two enzymes, COX-1 and COX-2, drive it. That's the swelling, the heat, the stiffness. The X-ray doesn't show it. The MRI does.

Two. The guard goes home. Every night, cortisol drops to almost nothing. The fire has the joint to itself for eight hours while you lie still. That's the 3 AM wake-up. That's the sideways walk to the bathroom in the morning.

Three. The fire eats the cushion. The inflamed lining releases enzymes that digest cartilage. Not wear. Digestion. And the fragments it breaks loose float in the joint, the lining treats them like invaders, and it burns even hotter. A British study followed more than 1,000 women for years. The ones with the most inflammation in their blood were the ones whose knees got worse. Not the oldest. Not the heaviest. The ones carrying the fire.

Four. Your pill is gone. Every pill on your chart was taken at breakfast. By the time the fire peaks at 3 AM, it's long gone. So you limp, you protect the joint, the muscles around it give up, the joint takes more load, and the loop grinds deeper.

Then the spiral feeds itself. Worse than last year. Worse than last month.

Here's the sentence I want you to read twice. Your joint is not worn out. It is on fire. A worn-out tire doesn't hurt worse at 3 in the morning. A fire does. And a fire can be put out. That is why your X-ray looks the same but your world keeps shrinking. The bone was never the whole killer. The bone is just the part we can photograph.

Why the Pills, the Cortisone, the Supplements, and Even My Own Surgeries Failed You

For 26 years I prescribed the same menu to patient after patient. The faces changed. The order never did. I wrote those prescriptions myself, so I know exactly where they end.

The painkillers. Ibuprofen, then naproxen, then meloxicam. They block COX-1 and COX-2 by force, for a few hours, in the daytime. And COX-1 is the same enzyme that protects your stomach lining. Then the Prilosec, a pill to protect your stomach from the pills you take for your joints. Then the blood pressure pill, because long-term NSAIDs push it up. In 2015 the FDA strengthened its warning: these drugs raise the risk of heart attack and stroke.

The cortisone shots. The first one bought six weeks of relief. The second, four. The third, barely two. And a 2019 Boston University study found the joints that get those shots are the ones that break down faster. That's when most people should start asking questions. I should have started asking them too.

Physical therapy. A six-week wait, then a photocopied sheet of clamshells, bridges and quad sets. Stronger muscles, same fire. You can't exercise away a fire that burns while you lie still.

"Lose some weight." Carol lost 22 pounds. White-knuckled it, since she could barely exercise. And the pain didn't budge a single point, because the problem was never the load. It was the fire.

The supplements. Maybe there's a shelf of them in your kitchen right now. Glucosamine, which did no better than a sugar pill for most people in a 1,500-person government study. Turmeric, which your body barely absorbs. Collagen. Fish oil. And maybe a bottle of tart cherry juice from the grocery store, with around 60 grams of sugar per study dose. All of it taken at breakfast. None of it there at 3 AM.

The cane. The pillow between your knees. The recliner instead of your bed. Leaning on the shopping cart just to get through the grocery store.

And then the surgery. A five-figure joint replacement, the operation I built my name on, installs a perfect new hinge and leaves the fire burning in the tissue around it, in the other knee, in the hips, in the hands. That's why about 1 in 5 people are still in pain after a new knee. The implant was perfect. The fire was never put out. That's why the surgeon shrugs and says, "Give it more time." I know. I was that surgeon.

Add it all up. The average arthritis patient has spent thousands of dollars before anyone tells them the quiet part out loud. Carol spent years on that menu. And she was worse, not better.

Now here is the part that should make you angry. A joint replacement has a billing code. So does every injection, every PT session, every follow-up visit, every refill. But a cherry that puts out the fire at your bedside every night has no billing code. Nobody can patent it. And the years between your diagnosis and your operation, the very years where your joint is won or lost, are years nobody treats, nobody bills, and nobody talks about.

It's not a conspiracy. It's a business model. And your limbo is its profit margin.

The Michigan Cherry That Puts the Brake on the Night Fire

Three weeks after I started Carol on it, she got down on the living-room floor to play with our grandson, and got back up without pushing on her hands. No new pills. No shots. No second surgery. Just two capsules every night, from a fruit my 26 years of surgical training never taught me to take seriously.

Because a fire is not permanent damage. Fires can be put out. Cartilage that's still there can be protected. You just can't do it with a morning pill. And you can't do it with a new hinge. I know. I installed the hinge myself.

There is one thing I've found that goes after the fire itself, at the hour it burns. It's Michigan Montmorency tart cherry. The sour, bright red cherry grown along the shores of Lake Michigan.

At Michigan State University, researchers took the compounds out of Montmorency cherries, the red itself, called anthocyanins, and put them up against COX-1 and COX-2. The cherry shut them down, with strength comparable to ibuprofen and naproxen. Without stripping the stomach. Without pushing on the kidneys.

At the University of Delaware, adults 65 to 80 took tart cherry. Their CRP, the fire marker in the blood, dropped 25%. At Oregon Health & Science University, women with knee osteoarthritis took it, and their inflammation markers dropped, and so did their pain. At Boston University, 633 people with gout, the most violent joint fire there is, had 35% fewer attacks.

But here's the part none of those studies put in a headline. When you take it matters as much as what you take.

This isn't experimental. The research has been published in university journals for more than twenty-five years. But most people never get the real thing. They get juice full of sugar, or capsules full of sweet cherry and a pinch of powder, taken in the morning. Then I found the formula that changed everything for my family.

It's called EloriaLabs Michigan Tart Cherry Extract. Michigan Montmorency, the cherry in the research, concentrated 10 to 1, 3,600mg equivalent per serving. One ingredient. Zero sugar. Made in the USA in a GMP-certified facility. Two capsules, one hour before bed.

And here is what makes it different. It doesn't just go after one piece of the fire. It attacks the loop from two directions at once, every single night:

Job 1: The Brake. The anthocyanins put the brake on COX-1 and COX-2 inside the joint, the same two enzymes your painkillers go after, without the damage. Taken an hour before bed, the brake is already on when the guard goes home. Like a night watchman standing at the door when the building empties out.

Job 2: Lower the Fire Everywhere. While Job 1 cools the joint, Job 2 lowers the inflammation marker in your whole body. Less fire in the blood means less fire reaching the joint, the other knee, the hips, the hands. Over about 30 days, the swelling settles and the mornings loosen up.

Brake. Lower. Protect. Move. The fire cooled at the hour it burns. That's the step everyone else misses, and the reason their relief never holds.

Carol took two capsules an hour before bed. The first week, she slept straight through 3 AM for the first time in a year and a half. By week three, she climbed the stairs without the quiet negotiation at the bottom step. By week six, her wedding ring was back on. By week ten, she was back on the garden kneeler, planting. Her X-ray hadn't changed. The bone was never what had her sleeping in a recliner. The fire was. And the fire had finally gone out.

I'll Be Direct With You

In 26 years in the OR, I've watched thousands of people run the same gauntlet. Ignore it. Mask it. Inject it. Replace it. And I've watched what it costs them, in money and in years of life. For most of my career, I was the one holding the scalpel at the end of that gauntlet.

The industry loves the options you've already tried, because you keep coming back. More visits, more billing. A shot that lasts six weeks, then four, then two. A pill that needs a higher dose every year, and another pill for your stomach. Temporary relief, a lifetime customer. And a five-figure operation waiting at the end of the line.

EloriaLabs works at home, while you sleep. No facility fee, no surgeon's cut, no billing department behind it. Just a Michigan cherry, at the dose the research used, at the hour the fire burns.

People ask why I wrote this article. The honest answer: I spent 26 years inside a system that made its money while you waited. I said "come back when it's bad enough" to more patients than I can count, because inflammation wasn't my department. Then the patient was my wife, and the recliner was in my living room. This page is my way out, and my apology.

If anyone has ever told you to "come back when it's bad enough," please hear me: it isn't your fault. You were handed the wrong tools, in fifteen-minute appointment slots, because those are the tools the system gets paid for.

You found the exit now. What you do with it is up to you.

You Risk Absolutely Nothing. I Made Sure of That.

Before I put my name on this page, I needed to know you were protected. Non-negotiable.

You've been burned before. The glucosamine. The turmeric. The copper bracelet. The miracle creams. The juice that did nothing but spike your blood sugar. I know the graveyard of bottles, and after 26 years of watching patients collect it, I wouldn't blame you for closing this page right now.

So here is the arrangement.

You have three full months to test it against your nights, your mornings, your stairs, your garden, your life. Carol knew by the end of the first week. Most people I've pointed to this knew within two weeks. But you get 90 days regardless, because a guarantee should protect you, not the company.

The only way you lose is by closing this page and going back to the menu that failed you for years.

A Personal Note, About the Life You Put on Hold

I want to talk about something that never makes it into the surgical report.

Chronic joint pain doesn't just hurt your knee or your hip. It shrinks your world, one small surrender at a time, until one day you realize you've been planning your own disappearance.

Maybe you know what I mean. The trip you've "postponed" three times. The garden you can see from the kitchen window but can't kneel in. The grandkids you can't get down on the floor with anymore. The way you've started measuring every room by where you can sit down, and every staircase by whether it's worth it.

In 26 years, I've watched thousands of patients grieve a life they were still living. And the cruelest part is they believe it's permanent, because a surgeon like me used the words "bone on bone" and everyone nodded.

Last summer, Carol grew tomatoes again. Seventy-two years old, up and down off the ground for two hours like the last five years never happened. Her other hip still shows narrowing on the X-ray. She just can't feel it anymore, because the fire that was burning in it every night finally went out.

That's what I want for you. Not "pain management." Not a new normal. Your life back.

The walk around the block. The dinner where you forget about your knees. The staircase you climb without thinking about it first.

You are not worn out. You are on fire. And a fire can be put out.

How Do You Take It? (It Takes 10 Seconds)

One thing people love about EloriaLabs is how absurdly simple it is. No appointments. No injections. No juice to choke down. Three steps:

Step 1: One hour before bed. Timing is everything. You want the brake on before your body cools down and the guard goes home, not twelve hours too early like a breakfast pill.

Step 2: Two capsules, one glass of water. That's 3,600mg of Michigan Montmorency, the dose that matches the research. No sugar, so nothing feeding the fire. A small glass of water, not a big glass of juice, so you're not up walking to the bathroom in the dark.

Step 3: Let it work while you sleep. While you lie still, the cherry is working in the exact hours the fire used to have to itself. Most people notice it first at 3 AM. Because nothing happens.

Every bottle holds 60 capsules, a full month. Keep your appointments. Keep anything your doctor has prescribed. Add this, and bring your numbers to your next visit.

No needles. No copays. No stomach burning. Just two capsules a night, at home, on your terms.

What to Expect in Your First 90 Days

The question I get most: "How fast will I feel it?" Here is the honest timeline, based on what patients and readers who started exactly where you are have told me.

Nights 1 to 7: The quiet 3 AM. The first thing almost everyone notices isn't during the day. It's at night. Somewhere in the first week, you wake up at 6:30 and realize your hip or knee didn't wake you once.

Weeks 2 to 3: Mornings that start on time. You swing your legs out of bed and just stand up. No sitting on the edge. No hand on the nightstand. The stiffness that used to last half an hour is down to a few minutes.

Day 30: The stairs and the floor. Down the stairs without the railing. Down on the floor with the grandkids, and back up without pushing off your hands. Through the grocery store without leaning on the cart. More than one person has cried in that aisle.

Day 90: Your life back, on your terms. The swelling is down. Your doctor runs your bloodwork and the inflammation marker has dropped. And for many, the conversation about surgery changes completely. Most people keep taking two capsules a night, because the fire wants to start every night. The cherry is there when it does.

Margaret Ellis For two years my hip woke me up every night and the cortisone kept wearing off faster. I've taken EloriaLabs every night for six weeks. My hip hasn't woken me since the first week and I can walk through the grocery store without hanging on the cart. Simple, and it actually does something.❤️👍🥰 291

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Susan Whitley I was skeptical, I've tried every joint supplement there is. The difference is taking it at night. Two capsules before bed, and my mornings aren't the worst part of my day anymore. My knees are so much calmer when I get up.

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Janet Kowalski Meloxicam was eating my stomach and the pain always came back anyway. Since I started EloriaLabs I'm off the meloxicam, I feel steadier on my feet and my limp is almost gone. Worth every penny.

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Your timeline is your own. But it starts the same way theirs did. Two capsules. Tonight.

The Night Fire Protocol

Since this article went live, thousands of readers have written in with the same question: what did my wife take, and how do I start the same protocol tonight, at home?

It's all on one page. The formula, the bundles, the 90-day guarantee, and the answers to every question readers send me. Three bottles, the full 90 days, are $59.99. Five are $89.99, less than 60 cents a night.

No appointment. No prescription needed.

Questions Readers Ask Me Every Day

Since this page went live, thousands of readers have written in with the same questions. Here are my honest answers.

Will I feel anything? Does it make you drowsy?

No. It's a cherry. There's nothing in it that knocks you out, numbs you or makes you groggy. One ingredient: Michigan Montmorency tart cherry. No sugar, no fillers, no blends. What you'll notice isn't a feeling when you take it. It's what doesn't happen at 3 AM, and what's different about your first steps in the morning.

I've already had a hip or knee replacement. Can I still take it?

Post-surgical readers are exactly who I wrote this for. My wife is one of them. Surgery replaces one joint and leaves the fire burning in the tissue around it, and in your other joints, which is why so many replacement patients still hurt months later, or end up back for the other side. EloriaLabs works on the fire, not the bone or the implant. If you're on blood thinners or other prescriptions, show the label to your doctor first. My wife's doctor read it and said, "It's a cherry. Go ahead."

How is this different from the tart cherry juice or the capsules I already tried?

Four things. The cherry: most products use sweet cherry or a "berry blend." This is Michigan Montmorency, the cherry in the research. The dose: most capsules are a few hundred milligrams. This is 3,600mg equivalent, the dose the studies used. The sugar: juice gets you the dose with about 60 grams of sugar, and sugar feeds inflammation. This has none. And the timing: you take it an hour before bed, so it's working at the 2 to 7 AM peak instead of wearing off by lunch.

My arthritis is severe. They said "bone on bone." Is it too late for me?

Honest answer, surgeon to patient: it depends on where you are on the line. If your joint still has cartilage to protect, cooling the fire now matters more than anything else on this page. Some of the most dramatic turnarounds I've heard about came from people I would have put on my own surgery schedule. But if the joint has fully collapsed, no cherry, no pill and no device on earth can grow it back. Even then, the fire is still burning in your other joints. That's exactly why I put those three questions near the top of this article. Don't wait to find out.

Will the results last, or does the pain come back?

This is the difference between masking and putting out the fire. Painkillers and cortisone wear off because they never touched the cause, and they're never there at night. The fire wants to start every night, because the guard goes home every night. That's why most people keep taking two capsules before bed. As long as the brake is on when the fire starts, the joint gets to rest.

Why hasn't my doctor or surgeon mentioned any of this?

Because a joint replacement has a billing code and a cherry on your nightstand doesn't. The hospital bills. The surgeon bills. The anesthesiologist bills. A Michigan fruit bills nothing, and nobody can patent it. I know, because for 26 years I was the one doing the billing. The clinical guidelines your surgeon follows run years behind the research, and the system only offers what it can charge for. I'm not saying your surgeon is dishonest. I was your surgeon. I'm saying the machine is built to bill.

What if it doesn't work for me?

Then you contact them, and you get every penny back. You have 90 full days, two capsules a night, to test it against your nights, your mornings and your stairs. Empty bottle or full. No questions. If you don't get out of bed and take your first steps without the stiffness, you don't pay. That's the deal I insisted on before putting my name on this page.

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Linda Harper

My X-ray said moderate arthritis and my doctor said "we'll keep an eye on it." Meanwhile my knee woke me up every night. I've been taking EloriaLabs before bed for about five weeks. My knee hasn't woken me in a month and this morning I walked the dog to the park and back without stopping once.

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Donna Reyes

Two cortisone shots in a year. The first one lasted almost two months, the second barely three weeks. My surgeon started talking about a replacement and I froze. This was the first article that explained why nothing held, and why it always hurt worst at night. Six weeks of the cherry and I feel steady on my feet again.

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Carol Jensen

The shopping cart thing. That was me every single week. Four weeks of two capsules before bed and the first steps in the morning aren't the worst part of my day anymore.

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Barbara Collins

I tried the tart cherry juice years ago and quit after a month. All that sugar and up to the bathroom twice a night. This is two little capsules, no sugar, and I actually take it. It arrived in 5 days.

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Patricia Moore

I was told I was too young for a new hip and to just lose weight. Nobody ever mentioned inflammation, or that it burns at night. At my last visit my doctor asked what I changed because my CRP came down and I'm not limping as much. That says it all.

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