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Date Posted: 16:39:10 02/26/09 Thu
Author: Nick
Subject: Thoughts while waiting

Throughout my childhood and adolescence, I had to pull everything down to my ankles and bend over the receptionist's lap before the shot was prepared. I still distinctly remember what went through my mind during the several minutes I had to wait in that humiliating position while gazing at the girl's shapely legs and stiletto heels, trying unsuccesfully to convince myself that she wasn't looking at my trembling bare bottom.
I felt horribly vulnerable, exposed and helpless knowing that I had to get the shot, wondering how much it would hurt and if I would be able to sit down afterwards. Whilst wanting to get up and dressed as soon as possible, I also wanted the shot delayed as long as possible even though I appreciated that one wish negated the other. I knew exactly what to expect. First I would feel an alcohol swab, usually fairly low in the upper outside quadrant of the right buttock; then the instruction to take a deep breath and hold my nose, sometimes accompanied by the girl's diversionary pinch on my left cheek. By the time that happened, I felt about to burst with anxiety as I gripped onto her thigh for dear life. I always managed to keep still and silent throughout the injection, provoking a compliment from the receptionist about my bravery. Far from being brave, I was just too terrified to do anything but obey the doctor's instructions.

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