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Date Posted: Monday, April 29, 2024, 12:20: am
GOT FOOLED INTO GETTING A SHOT
My grandfather was the family doctor and he gave shots for everything! This happened on a regular basis from when I was 5 until 13. The entire family would gather 'round to watch while I screamed bloody murder. If I ever got sick, I worried to death that my grandfather would be called. I begged my mother not to call him because I knew I might get a shot. This was in the 60’s and my grandfather lived next door!
Once, when I was eight, I complained I had a sore throat. My grandfather was called and he checked me out. He stuck a wooden stick in my mouth and had me say Ahhhh. He didn’t say anything and left. I was happy. Then I told my mom I was going to a friend’s house down the block. She said okay but don’t stay too long.
While I was at my friend’s house playing, my mother called on the phone. She asked me to come home because she had a surprise for me. I was really excited and ran home. When I got there, I heard someone say “Here he is.” I was very excited as I saw my mom and a few relatives in the kitchen all laughing. One of them said "Come here Timmy, we have something for you." I entered the kitchen only to find my grandfather boiling water, sterilizing a needle!!! I immediately panicked because I knew what that meant. My happiness turned to panic. I began crying hysterically. “No please!!! I don’t want a shot! Please mommy!!!” I tried to run but my aunt caught me.
My mother and aunt grabbed me and walked me into the living room toward the couch. Laughingly, they said "Come on Timmy, it’s just a shot." They laid me down and held me flat on my stomach. My older brother started unbuttoning my pants as the others held my arms and legs. I was crying hysterically as I felt my pants and underwear being pulled down to my knees. My brother actually said, “If you’re crying now, wait until the needle goes in!” Everyone started laughing as I was terrified.
My mother yelled to my grandfather "Are you almost ready… he’s on the couch" He yelled back "Just hold him there. I’m almost done." I was crying like crazy as I laid there helplessly, begging them not to give me the shot. They all laughed and said "It'll be okay Timmy. It'll be over real soon. You have strep so you’re getting a dose of Penicillin." I was laying there crying hysterically for at least 10 minutes, knowing my grandfather would come in any moment.
My mother, aunt, and brother were holding me down with my pants pulled all the way to my knees as I continued to cry, Tears were flying everywhere. All I could feel were hands holding every part of me as I laid there with my butt exposed, terrified of what was about to happen. They all seemed to think it was funny.
From the corner of my eye I saw my grandfather walk into the living room holding a tray. He placed it down on the end table. I'll never forget that strong smell of the alcohol. That smell alone made me cringe. I was struggling and kicking.
I knew I was very close to feeling that huge needle jabbed into me. As I continued to shriek, I suddenly felt the cold, wet alcohol swab being rubbed on my butt. I knew it was getting closer and I struggled even harder. But the harder I struggled, the harder they held me. Everybody was laughing and cracking jokes as I laid there in panic. This was my last and final moment for I knew that after the alcohol, came the needle.
From the corner of my eye, I saw my grandfather pick up the needle. All I could think about was how much it was going to hurt when he jabbed it in; the sting of the needle followed by the burning pain as he pushed it deep into my butt. I knew the needle would hurt like a bitch and then my muscle would be on fire from the medicine.
My grandfather was now out of view and I was shrieking even more. I knew it was coming any moment. I had been through this before and they always did it the same way. My mother started rubbing my head and said "I'm sorry honey. I know it's going to hurt but you have to have it."
Together, my mother, aunt, and brother started counting to three - verrrry slowly.
Now I was in total panic because I knew at three came the needle; so very slowly they all joined together and started……
One……… .Two………. THREE!!!!
At three I felt the entire 2 inch needle go deep into my butt and I will NEVER forget it. It hurt like crazy as it went all the way in. I could feel the entire needle deep inside me. I was screaming for them to stop when suddenly it started burning and burning. He started injecting the medicine, OMG!
I was screaming and begging them to stop. I never knew something could hurt so bad! They all kept smiling and laughing as the medicine went in. I heard someone say “Oh that has to hurt.” I felt every bit of that medicine burn as it went into me. My butt was on fire and I was helpless to move. On and on I felt the medicine burning as it went in. The medicine was thick so it took a long time to inject. My butt was on fire and I became hoarse from screaming.
“You’re doing good Timmy. Just a little bit more,” I would hear someone say.
Suddenly, he would pull the needle out and I screamed real hard. Even that hurt! The whole thing was horrible and it lasted a long time. I laid there crying for like 15 minutes afterwards as my mother comforted me.
I was hysterical and all they did was laugh and make fun of me! My butt continued to hurt even after the shot was finished. It felt like the needle was still in me.! I finally got the guts to get off the couch and pull up my pants. I walked away crying and limped to my room. OMG did it hurt. I didn’t talk to anyone after that. I remember lying on my bed with my butt still burning. I once looked at where I got the shot and it was a big red inflamed mark where the needle went in. Even that scared me to death!
Another bad part was waking up in the morning and my butt still hurt!. Not only was it painful but embarrassing. I had to face all these relatives the next day and listen to them goof about it. What made it even worse was, a few days later, when I met my friend again, he said he heard I got a shot when I left his house. It seems that my brother told all of my friends what happened. It was embarrassing to know that they all knew what happened.
For the next few days, every time I walked I cringed in pain. It was like I just got the shot and it was days later!!!
I got shots a few times each year. All of them were in my butt because that's what my grandfather insisted. He used a large glass syringe and a needle that had to be boiled in water. All the shots I got back then hurt like hell but no one seemed to care. It didn't really matter how much I screamed or resisted. I was getting it no matter what. I never knew when I would come home and find a needle waiting. Trust me; you NEVER want your relative being your doctor. I never saw him as my grandfather. I saw him as someone who might give me a shot.
They tried this again and instead of running home, I ran for blocks. But, a neighbor caught me and brought me home.
If anyone had similar experiences I would love to hear about it. Most of my childhood, I was in terror over possibly getting a shot without warning. It has affected me to this day. I'm curious to know if anyone else has had anything similar happen?
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