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Tina
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Date Posted: Monday, April 25, 2011, 09:17: pm
It was in the 80's. I am in my 40's now. I really did not want to have my temperature take that way, but my jaw was wired for 6 weeks. I remember my family eating pizza and wings right in front of me. When I was in the nurses office in school, I wanted my temperature taken in my mouth like the other kids, but that was not an option. They did the surgery to correct the alignment of my jaw. They took my temperature in my rear end when I was in the hospital then, I was in so much pain, I didn't care what they did. I remember I was laying on my side at the time. I did not have underwear on. That was my mom's idea.
My mom took my temperature in my rear end when was not feeling well often. It did not matter how old I was. I remember one day she woke me up on a weekend. She said I did not look well. She said I look sick and felt my forehead. She said that she thinks I have a fever. She told me to stay in bed and she would get the thermometer and take my temperature. A few minutes later, she was shaking it down and puting vasoline on the end. She pulled the blankets away and ask me to roll over and pull down my PJ's. I did not pull them down far enough so she pulled them down to the kneens. My dresser had a mirror on it and I could see everything. She asked me to lift my bottom up a bit to put the thermometer in. It was cold but it felt good. I felt terrible but the thermometer made me feel good. My sister was there watching the whole thing. She was teasing me and said she was going to take a picture. I could felt the glass thermometer in me. The phone rang and my mom left the room. My sister was talking to me (cant remember what she said) but she kept looking at my bottom with the thermometer in me. My mom was going for a good 10 mintues. My rear end exposed for that long. I did not dare take it out. I could see the glass tube in me in the mirror. My mom finally came back and pulled it out. She stood there for a mintue looking at the thermomter. She said I had a fever and I was told to stay in bed. I ended up having the flu and had my temperature taken several times a day. She did take me to the doctor. He told her to take my temperature several times a day and give me lots of liquids. She woke me up often and said it was time to take my temperature. down my PJ's went and panties too. She kept the thermometer on my dresser with the vasoline. I was begining to think that the thermometer was permanently in my rear end. My mom would not tell me what was, so after she left the room, I read the therm. I had a temp of 102 to 103 for about a week or so. She made such a fuss that I was sick. I could hear her one the phone calling the Dr. and some of her friends and telling them of my fever. She even told them that she took it rectally. Now everyone knew. My sister ended up having her friend over. About a half an hour later, my mom came in to take my temperature. They were peaking in to watch. My mom told the to go down stairs and watch some tv but they stood their asking my mom questions about why I needed to have my temperature taken in my rear end. My mom explained that I was sick and that was the way it is done. The thermometer was sticking out of me and my rear end was there for them to look at. They kept watching even when my mom read it. Every time she took it out she shook her head and made a concerned noise. She put it back in the case and put it on the dresser. I will never forget it. Over the course of a week, I had that thermometer in me about 30-35 times. I cant remember when I was a kid having oral temps. It was just an accepted thing that my mom did.
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