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Tim
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Date Posted: Thursday, December 26, 2013, 03:11: am
At 17, I went into a drug program. This was an in-patient program and I was there for 20 months total. Anyway, I got ill and had a hard time breathing. My stomach was killing me. They very rarely let anyone go to a hospital unless they truly looked ill. So they assigned another resident to accompany me. His name was Derek and he was a good friend of mine in there. We waited in the emergency room and finally we were called in.
I sat on the exam table and let the nurse take my vitals etc. Derek had to watch me the entire time because this was the protocol for anyone leaving the program. That part didn't bother me. I'm not a shy-type of person for just a basic exam. I sometimes invite women I know to go to my current doctor appointments and they sometimes invite me.
So then a doctor re-checks my vitals and my throat and all that stuff. He walks out and I'm sitting there talking to Derek. A few minutes later, a nurse comes in with a tray. I’m not sure I even noticed what she had.
The next thing I hear is, "I need you to roll over on your stomach please." INSTANT TERROR!!!! I suddenly realized what she was going to do.....A shot in the butt!!!!
I wasn't ready for this! I was truly terrified but I couldn’t show it because Derek was right there!!!! I can't even tell you how bad my chest was pounding; but I had to act like ....okay, whatever....
I loosened my belt buckle and laid on my stomach. I knew the nurse would want my pants down so I began lowering them, after I was on my stomach. "NOW" I wasn't thrilled that Derek was watching, but I knew those were the rules of the program.
So my pants were down and my underwear was still up.
I knew this was gonna be bad but there wasn't much I could do with Derek watching. The nurse was busy preparing the syringe and I suddenly feel her pull my underwear down. "OH MY GOD! I was thinking....This is gonna hurt....." I was NOT going to ever look at the needle...EVER!
The next thing I feel is the alcohol swab. I knew what was coming. I was shaking so bad inside; I can’t even describe it in words.....
So after the alcohol, I waited. I knew any second I'd feel the jab. Well, before I knew it....BAMB, there it was. It really really hurt a lot when she jabbed me and it was burning inside but, I was surprised that it didn't hurt more. I felt the medicine going in but I was surprised that it reached a burning point and didn’t go any further. So even though it hurt, I was kind of relieved.
Well.....my thoughts were short-lived. Just when I thought I was home free, she yanked the needle out real hard, and I let out the biggest scream you ever heard. It hurt so bad I almost flew off the table!!!! I’m not kidding. I saw stars.....That part was worse then the whole shot!!!!
I didn’t cry but I laid there in such pain it was amazing. I wasn't thinking about Derek at this point. I was thinking about PAIN. I laid there waiting for the pain to subside, which took about 3 or 4 minutes. Then, I "slowly" and "carefully" pulled my underwear up, and then my pants, and got off the table.
Neither Derek nor I ever said a word about what happened. Thank God.... I don't know if Derek told anyone at the program but I was very glad it was over-with my butt on FIRE!!!!! With every step I took, for the next few days, I felt pain where I got the shot. It was an ugly kind of pain. It came from inside the muscle....
I found out later, she gave me Compazine, a stomach tranquilizer! The Head of the drug program chastised me for letting them give me a tranquilizer! The rule was no meds in the tranquilizer or anything. They were debating whether to shave my head for breaking a cardinal rule! I didn’t know for 3 weeks if they were going to "deal with me". I said, "Believe me, I DIDNT want it. But what could I do?
I any case, not only did I arrive back at the program with my butt hurting, but had to deal with trouble as well.
The moral of the story???
STAY AWAY FROM SHOTS IN THE BUTT!!!!!!
I never had a shot in the butt after this but; I had many as a kid. And those, by far, were the worst ones ever. I did have the great experience of seeing my ex girlfriend’s daughter, 13, get one..... And as much as I felt bad for her, I was sure glad it wasn’t me...LOL
Tim
yodabest57@aol.com
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