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Date Posted: Thursday, September 07, 2023, 05:20: am
A mother brought in her two sons, aged 12 and 14. They had been doing some yard work over the weekend and stumbled across a patch of poison ivy. Instead of avoiding it or cutting it down, they had a fight with it. They were rolling around in the ivy, trying to rub it in each other’s faces. It’s now two days later, and they’re sitting in one of my exam rooms, eyes nearly swollen shut and a weeping red rash over most of the body.
I prescribe some topical and oral steroids to reduce the inflammation. Mom wants me to give them a shot too. I point out that with the pills and cream they won’t need a shot. “I know,” she tells me. “I just feel they’d benefit from a shot as well.” There’s a definite gleam in her eye. Her two boys are over by the exam table wondering what we are discussing.
I said to the mother, how are they with shots? The mother says, “Terrified of them.” I looked at the mother again and said, “are you sure you want this?” She responds, “Doctor, I’ve warned those boys time and time again about playing in the poison ivy and they never listen. I want them to be taught a lesson so maybe they won’t do it again. Do you see where I’m coming from doctor? I said, “I wouldn’t normally do this but, you are their mother. I’ll get the nurse.” “Thank you doctor,” she said as I left the room.
I wasn’t thrilled about this but their mother had a point. So I figured I’d have my nurse handle it, and if nothing else, a shot would heal them faster. I tell my nurse to administer a cortisone injection to each boy in Room 2. Bring Mary (another nurse) with you in case you need help.
In the meanwhile, I go to another exam room to examine another patient. Not soon after I begin, I hear a lot of noise coming from the other room. At first I ignored it but it began getting louder and louder. I excused myself and walked into Room 2 only to find one boy crouched in the corner crying and the other on his stomach with his mother and Mary trying to get his pants down. He was screaming over and over, “I don’t want a shot! No! I’m not getting it! Get away from me you @#!@#. I was aghast at the language that came out of the boy’s mouth and I felt bad for my nurse.
I entered the room quite angry and I told my other nurse to help get the boy ready. I’ll do the honors. I grabbed one of out larger needles and began preparing it. The boy may have been tough, but he wasn’t about to overcome two nurses and his mother. The three of them managed to hold the boy flat and pull his pants and underwear down leaving his exposed buttocks quivering in the air.
While I didn’t agree with the mother at first, I now agreed with her wholeheartedly that this boy needed something he’d remember for a long time. I felt a 20 gauge 1½ inch needle would be just the perfect answer. I finished loading up the syringe and walked over to the screaming boy. As I rubbed his buttocks with alcohol, I said to him, “You might as well stop your screaming young man because, in another few seconds, you ARE getting this shot; and it IS going to hurt some.” The boy continued to scream as I finished with the alcohol, struggling his best to break free.
I uncapped the needle and held it above his buttocks. “Here it comes,” I said, as I jabbed it deep into the boys muscle. His head jerked back and he shrieked even louder as I slowly began injecting the medicine. I made sure the needle was deep inside as I slowly pushed the plunger. I knew this had to hurt but I felt he deserved it. He was pleading and begging me to stop. After about 30 seconds or so I was finished and I pulled the needle out and wiped the area with alcohol. The boy was laying there crying with his hand over the area I just injected.
His mother helped him off the table and she then looked at his younger brother and said, “You’re next.”
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