I bet Cameron wouldn't mind showing the doctor her bum

Okay, so today was the day that my Cameron-like activities caught up to me in the form of bursitis. You would think that the nerves, anxiety and apprehension I was feeling was due to the fact that a doctor is putting a @@##$!#$$^%$&%$ needle into my hip. Or the fact that if it doesn't work, I'm going to have to keep sleeping on my right side. Granted, I do think Shar-Pei dogs are kinda cute, but it's not really the look I'm shooting for at this point in my life. All seemed fine until the doctor said, "lay on your side and I will prep the area". Area? Woah, wait a minute here. When you say "area"  what you are in fact referring to is my butt and I'm not too thrilled with you getting a bird's eye view of it. I should have spray tanned and had my husband use the rolling pin to break up some of the cellulite. Or maybe if I stuck a pen in the electrical outlet and blew the fuses, it could be nice and pitch black in the treatment room. It wasn't that bad after all, and he did do a great job considering I made him wear my sunglasses throughout the entire procedure.