Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots

I had my "trigger point shots" today. I had my momma take me because I wasn't sure if I would be able to drive afterward since the whole procedure was clouded in mystery and the Internet was ambiguous. I won't recount the entire conversation with the doctor because I'm always just frustrated about the whole issue. She said I can't go back to physical therapy because "That does nothing." And I need to lose weight. Well, obviously. Like I don't know that the Hawaii Five-O guys would be more likely to show up if I were significantly thinner. I don't like shots that don't come in a glass, so I had to lay down so I didn't faint. Now my butt just feels like it's on fire. I canceled my college classes so I can lay around watching quality television with my ass on fire. I have to wait 10 days to feel their 'maximum efficacy' and then I have to go back in a month and see if I need a second round before we can discuss going back to the original shots that the pain doctor recommended a month ago. Grrrrrr.