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Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor Author: Nick (bending over the receptionist's lap) [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: Thursday, June 30, 2011, 06:44: pm In reply to: Becky 's message, "Waiting for the Doctor" on Tuesday, September 29, 2009, 08:04: pm Throughout my youth and adolescence I had to bend over the receptionist's lap for a shot on every visit to the doctor. During my nervous stay in the waiting room, I always prayed that I wouldn't need a shot - at least not in my bottom - but it was never to be. In the inner waiting room, the receptionist sometimes tried to comfort me with such remarks as, "I hope you don't need a shot today", which only exacerbated my fear. Eventually, I found myself standing next to the seated receptionist and hearing the dread words, "Pull down your pants and bend over". I was too terrified even to protest, so I meekly pulled everything down to my ankles and fearfully bent across the girl's lap. It wasn't the shot itself I hated so much as the embarrassment of her watching me get it in the bare bottom. I never saw the injection because I always had to bend over before it was prepared (when very young I was encouraged to think that what I felt was the receptionist pinching me back there). The long wait in position was the worst part - knowing what was coming but helpless to avoid it in my exposed and vulnerable posterior. Sometimes the girl tried to relax me by stroking my bare bottom, which only made thing worse by reminding me that she was looking. She often subjected me to well-intentioned but condescending remarks such as, "Be brave, you know you have to get this." When I felt the alcohol swab, I was told to take a deep breath, close my eyes and pinch my nose (as a diversion). Then I felt it - first the sting of the needle and then the searing pain of the serum (usually penicillin) being injected. After it was over I usually couldn't sit down, which was very embarrassing because it betrayed to others that I had a shot back there. The receptionist often praised me for being a good, brave patient (I wasn't at all brave but my compliance made me appear so). Once, she praised me in the presence of a waiting girl patient, to whom the receptionist explained to my chagrin, "He just pulled down his pants and bent over my lap for a shot without any fuss." I felt doubly humiliated by one girl watching me get a shot in the bare bottom and another one knowing about it. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor Author: jean the frenchie [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Thursday, July 07, 2011, 04:52: am may be I have not well understood because I cannot believe that it was a woman receptionist who gave you a shot? I presume that it was a nurse ? as regards the fact that it was more humiliating when she was stroking your bare bottom before the shot to make you more relax. IT was indeed a common practice by nurses I remember also that I was given always a slap on my bare bottom with a comment like " honey ( when I was still a kid, after it was rather my boy), do you know that you have really cute buttocks" it was to joke and relax me but I hated both the slap and the comment. But it was the use in the past when you were a kid or a teenager. Even in the military physicals when we did the mandatory military service, during the first week after arriviong in the military center, we had a few shots given by a male nurse and he always slapped before our bare buttocks but it was a little more strongly, it seems that he enjoyed this situation because he was laughing about our reaction of surprise. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor Author: Nick [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Thursday, May 21, 2015, 05:47: pm No, it wasn't the receptionist who gave me the shots. She just held me across her lap for the doctor to inject my bottom. Inasmuch as I couldn't see what was happening, I suppose it was possible, albeit unlikely, that I got them from the receptionist. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor Author: Anon [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: Wednesday, November 18, 2015, 01:02: pm It seemed the person giving the shot was always a woman. I'd have to get naked from the waist down and lay on the exam table. My mom and my aunt were always there. The nurse always took a rectal temperature, the gave you the shot. Often she'd tell them to give me an enema when we got home. There was no way to get off the table without the nurse, my mom and my aunt seeing me exposed. When we got home I got the enemas from them. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]