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Subject: It Wasn't Getting My Temperature Taken That Worried Me As A Kid

Author:
Tim

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Date Posted: Wednesday, August 06, 2014, 05:12: am

I was fine when my mom would make me roll over and stick a rectal thermometer in my butt. First she would Vaseline it and then slowly push it deep inside. It wasn't comfortable but it didn't hurt. 3 minutes later she would pull it out and read it. She would always tell me what it said. It was the possibility of getting a shot that terrified me. Many times my temperature was only 99 or 100 so she wouldn't bother with the doctor. If by chance it was 101 or more, I knew I was in BIG trouble. 101 or more I knew I WAS getting a Penicillin shot.

She would call my grandfather, the family doctor, and they would take 45 minutes in the kitchen boiling water to sterilize the needle. I would be in the bed freaking out and crying a pools worth of water. When they were finally ready the entire family would watch like it was a show. They actually were laughing and finding it funny as I was freaking out. The period after the swab of alcohol was the moment of truth because I knew that needle was going to be jabbed in any second. And it TRULY hurt. It was the old fashioned large reusable type. You felt that entire needle inside of you and it stung like crazy. When the medicine went in, that's when the pain went way over the top and I could feel a fire inside my butt. And it wasn't fast. It was a lot of medicine and the burning kept increasing as it went in. As I screamed the rest of the family laughed. When it was done all I could do was lay there for a half hour crying with my ass still on fire. I then stayed in my room for the rest of the night not moving at all because it hurt so much. ....There were many many crazy stories of me getting those shots and some were done by trickery. I suppose the one good thing is my family wasn't into enemas at all. So we never got any.....Any questions feel free to ask or email me.

yodabest57@aol.com

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[> Subject: Re: It Wasn't Getting My Temperature Taken That Worried Me As A Kid

Author:
Nick
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Date Posted: Wednesday, August 06, 2014, 05:52: pm

Never having enemas or rectal temperatures, having my bottom bared always meant a dread shot back there - penicillin when I was ill and booster shot when I wasn't. Regarding the former, I distinctly remember being told to close my eyes, take a deep breath and pinch my nose as a diversion when I felt the alcohol swab. I also recall the needle going in fairly high on my buttock but the real pain of the injection being lower and deeper. Apart from once when my girlfriend was visiting and our au pair usually loitering and at listening outside the open bedroom door, I never had witnesses (amused or otherwise) to my house-call injections. In the doctor's surgery, however, I had to undergo the humiliation of pulling everything down to my ankles and bending over the receptionist's lap for my shots. I feared the embarrassment of the girl watching me get them in the bare bottom even more than the injections themselves, which could have been intentional to take my mind off what was about to happen to my vulnerable naked posterior.

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