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Date Posted: Wednesday, June 25, 2014, 10:15: am
When I was a child and a teenager I was sick a lot. Usually I had many Bronchitis attack.
It appeared at mornings with coughs and heavy breathings.my mom would take my temp. call the doctor and it ended with antibiotics.
As a child mom checked me fever in my butt over her knees. At age 7 she replaced the rectal thermometer with an oral and my life continues.
Until one morning at age 15, my mom was ready to get out to her work, and I was still in bed, coughing with runny nose, usually she dropped me by my school on her way to her office.
This morning when she saw her time is running, she called me from downstairs to hurry up it become late, I whispered I am sick and she came to my room, very nervous, for not telling her earlier about my sickness, "do you have an exam to day?" she asked. She was sure I'm doing myself. I said I have fever, she put her backhand on my forehead announced "you don't have fever", I yield "I do have, I do have!" but she was sealed and said "get up, get your dresses and go to school at that minute!", I laid at bed, coughing and sneezing, with no attend to get up.
"All right" she said," let's put it to end once and for all." I didn't know what she meant, I wanted to sleep, she left my room and I turn my back to the door, cover myself toe to head. Few minutes later she came back, calling me to get up and over her knees, "Why, what do you mean" I asked. My mom said, "Because you are sick every now and then, I'm going to take your temperature the accurate way, which means at your butt." I didn't know what to say, I was too weak to resistance, this is my mother, she probably knows what she's doing.
Mom took off the blanket, held my hand and pulled me out of bad, she sat on a chair next to my bed, on the counter I saw my old rectal thermometer, jar of Vaseline, and a wet tissue box.
While ordered me to pull down my pajama, she helped me pull it down and patted her hip,
"Come on, lay over my knees, and bottom up". I laid their motionless, she pulled my boxers down to my knees, revealing my behind, "Well, well," she said, "It's been sometime since I last took your temperature at your butt, how well you developed at your puberty". I blushed and she said no more.
Over my shoulder I could see how she prepared the thermometer for inserting, shook and lubricated it with Vaseline, all the time my butt was high on her knee and cool air gave me Goosebumps, then put her left hand on my buttocks, open the cheek to view my anus, slowly and gently she inserted the thermometer into me, she held the thermometer in place with one hand and the other rested on my low back to prevent me of moving. I felt like a small child, vulnerable, with mom taking care of me. I said nothing just laid over her knees, dreaming about childhood and the many times when mom took me to ER, where the nurses also took my rectal temperature and I was in their good hands.
The 4 minutes had passed quickly, mom pulled it out and announced "102, my dear, we go right away to the hospital."
She helped me to get up, stood me in front of her, and assisted me with my pants and shoes.
That was the last time mom took my temperature in my butt.
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