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Subject: greatest fear


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Nick
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Date Posted: Saturday, November 08, 2014, 05:39: pm

What was your greatest fear when waiting for the doctor? Mine was getting an injection in the bottom.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Beau
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Date Posted: Monday, December 22, 2014, 02:24: pm

Mine was having the doctor tell my mom to give me an enema when we got home. The ride home after hearing this was awful. I would beg my mom not to give me the enema but it didn't work.
30 minutes later I was on my belly in th tub with the nozzle in my rear and mom filling me with warm soapy water. 3 enemas were always given. I was 17 the last time mom cleaned me out!

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[> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Sue (UK)
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Date Posted: Tuesday, December 23, 2014, 11:51: am

We've had one or two house calls in the past few years - once the doctor did a rectal exam on Mel (my 11yo dd) - each time there's been either an enema or a dulcolax suppository after it.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Giovanni
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Date Posted: Wednesday, December 24, 2014, 08:27: pm

One or two? Is it possible you don't remind it?

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[> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Sue (UK)
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Date Posted: Friday, January 02, 2015, 08:46: am

I sometimes conflate one year and the next

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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paul
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Date Posted: Monday, January 05, 2015, 06:27: pm

Hearing the word "enema"from the doctors or his nurse.
My mom was a firm believer in the healing power of the enema bag so anytime I was sick she would ask if I should be given an enema. He always responded in the affirmative.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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MikeT
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Date Posted: Monday, January 26, 2015, 11:00: pm

I was always afraid of overhearing them saying "The leg's got to come off." Seems a bit draconian for the sniffles.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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ron
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Date Posted: Tuesday, January 27, 2015, 09:23: pm

give him a good cleanout and keep his bowels open daily for the next two weeks.This happened more than once and wasthe green light for mom and my aunt to give me enemas till I was all clean and a daily enema for two weeks.If the enema didn't hurt my aunt made sure it did.

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[> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Marti
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Date Posted: Wednesday, January 27, 2016, 03:20: pm

Like you, our doctor always said to give enemas. I got them sometimes morning and night. In the mornings, my Mom gave them but at night my Dad gave them. His always hurt the most. If complained he said enemas were necessary for girls and women so you need to learn to take them.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Jérôme
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Date Posted: Saturday, January 31, 2015, 10:33: am

When I was young (maybe 3 or 4), I had my genitals examined by a pediatrician. I have a very sensitive glans, so when he retracted my foreskin, it hurted hell, like a burning sensation. After that, I was always afraid to have my genitals examined and my foreskin pulled down.

I was also afraid to have a shot in the bottom.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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geo
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Date Posted: Sunday, March 01, 2015, 04:48: pm

Getting an erection, especially if my mom was in the room.

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[> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Marc
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Date Posted: Wednesday, June 10, 2015, 11:18: pm

William....I experienced the same treatment from my mom. Until I was 20 or 21 mom would give me enemas until I would cry. She wasn't satisfied until I was totally cleaned out and the water ran clear. It was my own fault because I would always complain of a fever or tummy ache. Over the bed I would go and in would go the enema nozzle until the bag was empty and my butt was full.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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William
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Date Posted: Sunday, March 08, 2015, 03:03: pm

An enema. Period. Give me a shot, make me.drink awful medicine, confine me to bed but the 5 letter word that shot thru me like a bullet was enema. I had more than my share of hot soapy enemas from childhood onto my mid 20's from my mom. If the doc didn't bring it up mom would and doc's response was always ' well it couldn't hurt' and that was all she needed to hear to pump me full of warm soapy water over and over until I ran clear. I must say as i got older I didn't mind them.as much and they actually made me feel much better. But from 5-15 I hated that enema bag that mom wore out using on me.

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[> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Nick
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Date Posted: Sunday, June 28, 2015, 12:58: pm

william - your story sounds very familiar. My mom was also a firm believer in the power of the enema bag. I can remember laying in bed or on the couch a hear mom say to my dad 'Nick seems out of it today, I think I need to give him a good enema before bed.' She never said a word until about 9 o'clock and then just when I thought I was safe I would hear the water running in my bathroom and mom would be filling up the enema bag with warm soapy water. She would call me to the bathroom and tell me to get undressed and take my position in the tub. She already had the towel in the tub waiting for me.
I would try to protest but to no avail. I was getting an Enema and that was that. A few minutes later I was butt side up in the tub and in would go the nozzle and click would go the clamp....I was 19 the last time she gave me an enema. After that either my dad or my older brother gave them to me until I moved to my own place. Yes, the enema was my greatest fear, but as I got older it also became my friend.
Being constipated sucked so even though I got that funny feeling in my gut when I heard the word I secretly could t wait for enema time.
My brother was the best enema giver and he also would ask me to give him an enema from time to time when our parents weren't home. I am 28 now and my room mate gives me weekly enemas. He is also an enema fan so I return the favor with his enema bag.
We are not gay I just don't a girlfriend giving me an enema .
It seems like a guy thing to me.

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[> [> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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just a boy
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Date Posted: Monday, July 06, 2015, 04:59: am

I had been sick in bed for a couple of days, when my mom called the doctor who made house calls. He had given me an enema the last time which was about a year ago. My mom asked the doctor if he thought I have an enema. The doctor said he would have to examine me first, and asked my mom to take off my pajamas, and lay on the bed. The doctor proceed to lubricate his gloved finger and insert it into my little 11 year old anus. After some probing around, he pulled his finger out and said that I definitely needed a good enema.
The doctor asked my mom to get out the enema bag and he would put some special soap in it. The doctor asked my to hold up the bag and he would administer the enema. I didn't like the last time he gave me an enema, the this time was no different. It was more of an abrupt, get it over with enema. I could only hold half the bag, and had to sit on the toilet, while he inspected my deposit. Then back on my back for other half. When it was over with ,my mom thanked him, and he said any time.

Six months later in the winter time I again was sick with a cold and my mom called the doctor again. He said he was very busy, but would send over another doctor with an assistant. A knock on the door, produced the other doctor and an assistant .
When mom took them into my bedroom, I was shocked to find that the doctor was a woman, as was her assistant. So the new lady doctor asked her assistant to take off my pajama top, so she cold examine me. After all of the preliminary
procedures, she asked my mom the last time I had had a good bowel movement. My mom was quick to reply that it was a few days ago. The nurse said that she had to do a rectal exam and asked that my pajama bottoms be removed. Now I was starting to get a little embarrassed. Mom got me out of the bed and as I stood there, my mom and the young assistant lady both removed my PJ bottoms. I laid back down on my stomach on the bed while the assistant took my rectal temperature. I only had a slight temperature, and the doctor told his young assistant to take their enema bucket into the bathroom and mix up the enema.
The assistant brought it back into my bedroom, where the doctor had placed a rubber sheet on the bed. The assistant then asked my mom to hold up the enema bucket while she helped the doctor by spreading my butt apart as the doctor
put the nozzle home. As the enema was taking place the doctor told her assistant to start massaging my stomach.
As the enema was doing it's job, I said I was getting full.
The doctor closed the clip as the assistant did some more
rapid massaging. The doctor opened the clip and asked me to take the rest of it.

Finally I took all of it, and needed to go to the toilet quickly. The assistant helped me off the bed and into the bathroom, where she sat me down and rubbed my stomach as I expelled the enema. After I finished she actually continued to help me by washing my bottom and drying it off. Then she took me back into the bed room. Everyone asked if I felt better now, after the enema. I said I did, but was a little tired, where upon the assistant put my pajamas back on and put me back in bed.

I really enjoyed the enema, and especially the young gal assistant, who made it a very pleasurable event. My mom realized that, as she remarked as such, making the comment that I was growing up and perhaps we could have the assistant gal come over again if we asked for her. I said that would be quite OK with me. And it happened

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Ben
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Date Posted: Sunday, August 16, 2015, 09:17: am

i didn't mind the enemas, what bothered me was hearing my mom on the phone saying "yes well I had to give Ben another enema today, yes he was constipated" the conversation would go on and on. If mom was talking to our neighbor the next day at school her kids would be talking about my enema and all of my friends would know. My only hope was that they too would fall victim to the enema bag! Which sooner or later would happen. Mom talked about giving us enemas like t was nothing and that was my greatest fear.

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[> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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John
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Date Posted: Sunday, August 30, 2015, 12:09: pm

hearing the drawer in the bathroom where only the enema bag was kept was my greatest fear. Home from school for 3 days sick my senior year I was restlessly sleeping with a fever and the flu. It was between thanksgiving and Christmas. I was constipated and miserable. Throwing up about every hour. Mom was giving me milk of magnesia but I still didn't poop. I knew I was going to need an enema and wanted relief but was dreading it at the same time. It felt like I had a log in my butt and when I threw up my stomach hurt. I had gas and was farting a lot. It was a bad case of the flu. Mom took my temperature in my butt thinking it would help me poop. My fever was 102 and just after mom took my temperature she went into the bathroom and I heard her open "the drawer". A minute later I heard the water running and I knew it was enema time. Mom came into my room and gently touched my shoulder and said "honey you are so miserable and I want to help you get better, come into the bathroom ....I have a little enema ready for you"....well there was nothing little about moms enemas, the bag was full of warm soapy water and she was going to make sure I took every drop. I slowly got out of bed and followed her to the bathroom where I saw the bulging red bag hanging from the towel rack in the tub. I dropped my boxers on the floor and assumed the position in the tub that I knew all too well. Without a word mom was sitting on the edge of the tub and inserted the nozzle in my rear end. I clenched my teeth and waited for the click and the enema was in progress. I could feel the pressure of the warm soapy water as mom held the nozzle in place. She gave it slowly and every minute or so would clamp the hose shut and give me a break. I looked over my shoulder and could see the bag emptying into me. Finally the bag was empty and I was full, mom withdrew the nozzle and told me to hold it for a few minutes. As she refilled the bag for enema 2 because one was just to get warmed up I got up and expelled what seemed to be gallons of water. Very little poop came out... A few round hard marble sized turds, I knew it was going to be a long morning.

4 enemas later I was back in bed and cleaned out. I was actually feeling better, but still had a few and was throwing up but less frequently.
My younger brother came home from school and saw the enema bag hanging from the towel rack and asked me how many enemas mom gave me. When I said 4 he shook his head and said he was sorry I was so sick.

He knew how I felt because the flu had hit him first a few days after thanksgiving and he needed the same TLC from mom and she gave him enemas on a Saturday morning and I was home and heard the whole thing from the family room. Dad was playing golf (we lived in South Carolina) so he wasn't aware of the enema marathon going on with Timmy.
Poor Timmy was throwing up between enemas and I felt so bad for him. Then the little shit gave me his bug and I was just as miserable.

My enema day was Friday some had the weekend to recuperate more but mom gave me 2 more enemas on Saturday morning and one on Sunday night before bed.

The bug was going through our school and my best friend Jason was sick the same time I was. I asked him how many enemas he got and he said 5.
I high fived him and said I beat you. I got 7.
We both had a good laugh and we're glad to be back in school.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Chris
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Date Posted: Saturday, October 10, 2015, 12:04: pm

Enema. Definitely my greatest fear. When the word was spoken it always happened! Mom would say " honey I think a little enema will make you feel better" .... And minutes later there I was.... Getting a " little" enema bent over the side of the tub. 2 quarts of warm soapy water in my butt. I really didn't mind getting an enema except when mom recruited my older brother to hold the bag. He was 3 years older. I remember once I was 17 and he was 20 home from school for thanksgiving and mom gave me an enema the Saturday after thanksgiving. He was home and mom had him come in and hold the bag. The only salvation was she gave him an enema too and I got to hold the bag for his enemas.

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Debra age 14 Denten, Tx
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Date Posted: Thursday, December 03, 2015, 05:07: pm

This happened to me just last week at school. I was in algebra class when I got nauseated and went to the nurses office. She checked my temp, it was a little high, she called my Mom who picked me up at school, enroute homw we drove to the ER at the hospital. Upon checking in with the recep. desk, We were told to have a sit in waiting area. About ten minutes were called back by this good lookin male nurse, He ask me nicely if I could pee in the cup, I sad I would try. I got back to the exam room, he needed to take my temp, ect. This was all done he said the doctor will be right in. In about three minutes a knock on the doctor and a women doctor walked in, to mt relived. Shhe checked my throat and glands, she thought I had the flu. She told me and Mom that she would get the nurse to give me an shot and I should be back to normal in a day or two. I hate shots anyhow, the last shot I remember was age 5 or 6 and that hurted like hell, the nurse gave it in my butt. Mom said that was then and now was older, it probably goes in your arm. About three minutes in walk that male nurse carrying a syringe and alcohol pad. He ask me if I was ready for a little stick, I responded with a yes, I ask him if he wanted me to remove my jacket, He said you could if you wanted but what I really need you to do come over by exam table, I need you to lower your underwear and lean over the table. My eyes started to water and I ye[[ MOM. he said to do what the nurse want you to do. I held my skirt up around nt waist, just waiting for the sharp pain. thought never again get that sharp needle in my butt zgain. I cryed all the way home, to make it even worst, at the supper table she told everyone at the supper table of my bad experience...

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[> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Nick (embarrassment afterwards)
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Date Posted: Thursday, December 03, 2015, 05:35: pm

Yes, Debra, the worst part can be others knowing that you had an injection in the bottom. I felt the same embarrassment at your age, such as when the receptionist asked me in the presence of waiting patients if I could sit down after my shot(s).

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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drooaygah
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Date Posted: Tuesday, February 09, 2016, 08:57: pm

Curious as to why the enema was so much more fearful than, say, a dreaded shot. Can anyone enlighten me?

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[> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Jeff
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Date Posted: Tuesday, February 16, 2016, 11:55: pm

Because it was such an invasion of your butt. After 14 years of age I learned to like the enemas that I got on a regular basis from mom.

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[> [> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Giovanni
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Date Posted: Thursday, February 18, 2016, 06:31: pm

An enema is an indispensable treatment in many cases but at the same time is perceived as an equivalent to a butt fucking! There are many other humbling elements: nakedness, immobilization, bum hole burning, belly swollen like a balloon, urge to poop, screams and supplications to deaf ears, squatting on a bucket magnanimously put under the rump, doing caca and farting loudly, inspection of the results, fear of another round, etc, etc. For a macho boy and a little princess type girl it is for sure an unforgettable experience: no doubt adults are bosses in charge and kids and teens have two only options for their own good and health: to obey or to obey with a very sore, red and swollen rear end!

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[> [> [> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Sue (UK)
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Date Posted: Saturday, February 20, 2016, 10:41: am

Thank you Giovanni for saying what others are too timid to.

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Giovanni
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Date Posted: Friday, March 25, 2016, 02:20: pm

Thank you also Sue. Many of your posts about you and your Mel are for me very amusing. The "hormonal tempest" age of our two daughters was the worst. When teens they had often their constipation and attitude to be adjusted. So a belly was many times round and inflated like a big squirting cucumber together many times with two mature and red watermelons behind! Good luck!

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Sue (UK)
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Date Posted: Friday, January 13, 2023, 01:33: pm

Trying to resist would definitely result in a hard spanking, but might also cause the adult giving the enema to adopt a more threatening/belittling way of speaking. (To compound the horror of being painfully anally penetrated, and having to be watched on the toilet doing your smelly evils).

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Sue (UK)
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Date Posted: Saturday, January 13, 2018, 11:09: am

Did anyone else dread the sound, heard through a closed bathroom door, of the water tap running for a short period? Because it was inextricably associated with lubricating a glycerin suppository - and you were expecting to then hear the protests and screams of your sibling as the bullet was forced in?

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[> Subject: Re: greatest fear


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Caleb 76
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Date Posted: Friday, March 02, 2018, 08:17: pm

My greatest fear was what the doctor was going to recommend for my older half sister Marcie to do for me when I got back home. She is 18 years my senior. She was a pediatric nurse straight out of college when I was only 4 years old. On many occasions, Marcie would look after me by day while mom worked, because she worked night hours at the hospital. I had gotten use to mom using the underarm method to take my temperature. I guess it kind of spoiled me. But with Marcie being a pediatric nurse, she always insisted taking my temperature rectally because I was under 6 years old. Every time Marcie took me to the doctor when I had a bad cold, I would dread the instant we walked through the door. The nurse at the children's clinic always stuck the thermometer up my butt, and I hated that. If I was running a fever at the moment, she would usually do it again right before we left the exam room, then the doctor would tell Marcie to keep a close watch on my temperature when we got home. Sure enough, just as soon as we got home, the first thing she did was take my underwear off and go to the bathroom to get the rectal thermometer and Vaseline. She took my temperature the same way the clinic nurse did, legs up like for a diaper change, then the greasy thermometer was plunged half way up my rectum. It was really uncomfortable and I cried more times than not having it done. I guess she did it for good reason, and she took great care of me. It's just the butt thermometer was always a subject of dread for me before I turned 6.

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