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Subject: Waiting for the Doctor


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Becky
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Date Posted: Tuesday, September 29, 2009, 08:04: pm

In the 50's I remember how scared me and my two sisters were when we had to wait on the doctor. In our house when one of us was sick mom would usually keep the other two home from school until the doctor could look at us. I don't think it was about money but that the doctor was an important man and he shouldn't be burdened to return in a day or two if the other girl that might get sick.

The one that was sick would be pleading that she didn't want a shot once she heard that mom called the doctor. The other two were just as worried as it wasn't unusual to find ourselves getting a shot too. Of course the real fear wasn't getting a shot but a shot in the heinie. It was a guarantee someone would be bawling her eyes out if that happened.

All three of us would nervously wait in moms bedroom for the sick one to be seen by the doctor. We would always be in our pajamas until it was determined that we were not sick and able to go to school or play. It was dead silence when someone knocked at the door and my heart would race when I would here the doctor's voice.

Once the old doctor came in we'd hang on his every word hoping that we wouldn't not hear the word penicillin. Penicillin always meant a shot in the heinie. He would take the girl's pajamas off to examine her where we would only be in our panties. This wasn't as embarrassing as much as it was scary thinking he had easier access to our fanny.

He would then announce that the girl needed a penicillin shot. The unlucky victim would begin to sniffle hoping beyond hope that it wouldn't be in the bottom. We got our answer immediately as he always pulled the girl's panties down and off then had her turn over. This usually brought tears and resignation it would be the worst shot in the world. The other two would be staring at our naked sister looking fearfully over her shoulder as the doctor would pull out the wicked metal syringe. We definitely didn't enjoy seeing our sister ready to get her shot as it reminded us how silly we looked like a crying child waiting to get her fanny stuck. We were more concerned about our own bottom and if we might be next with our naked heinie up in the air for all to see while waiting for the awful shot.

Soon she would be screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs. Crying would continue what seemed like forever. Once the band aid was on the bottom and the sucker in the mouth, things started to calm down some.

Then it was the next girl's turn. As he examined she would be hearing the best news ever as he would comment, "her ears looks good, just a little redness" and "her throat looks good, just a little redness." But then dread would sit in when he would say, "But, we probably need to give her a penicillin shot to be on the safe side." This seemed to happen more often than not. Just as quickly as she watched her sister get it, she would be laying naked with her fanny up in the air wishing her panties, now on the side of the bed were back on as the doctor got his syringe ready.

So it wasn't unusual to see three tearful girls and three little heinies plastered with band aids laying on mom's bed earnestly sucking on their lollypops before the doctor left.

The only other worry was that the doctor would tell mom that the girl should be brought into his office the next day and that too was likely to result in the girl laying on her tummy looking over her shoulder at the door listening and waiting for the nurse to walk in holding the terrible syringe.

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Peter
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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 01:41: am

I suspect yur story is fairly common to kids growing up in the fifties. I too can remeber the relief if the doctor wrote out a prescription for tablets or elixir rather than being told to turn over and slip my pyjama bottoms down.
What was worse if he gave a shot and then said that he would send his nurse to the house to give another one the following day.This meant another anxious wait until it was all vr. It would be compounded if I heard my mother on the phone telling relatives or neighbours that he had to have an injection in his bottom.

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Becky
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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 03:18: pm

Oh yes, I do remember that well. Everyone she talked to she had to tell about me getting a shot in my bottom and how much I cried. It seems the worse things hurt getting you well the sicker you were. I also remember everyone pouring over to the house when you were sick to check on you. Today they would all be hiding afraid they would get what you had.

I don't remember him coming out but once each time and usually the sick one would have to go to his office the next day. That almost always meant another shot. If it wasn't penicillin it would be something you haven't had in a long time like a tetanus shot.

It always seemed to be real early in the morning and you had to wait for a long time in the waiting room with a bunch of other kids as scared as you were. Each time a kid would return from the back rooms everyone would be watching closely to see if he had been crying. Even the nurse calling us back was a dread and the smell of alcohol down that hall and in the room made it worse.

With our mom once the doctor said we were going to get a shot mom would have us on our stomachs with our panties pulled down waiting for the nurse. I remember every footstep out in the hall and would jump with every little noise looking over my shoulder at the door. It always seemed like a terribly long wait for the nurse to come in with the shot. Then you would hear some little boy or girl pleading, then a scream and bawling. After hearing a couple of these, I would always have tears in my eyes and start crying as soon as I saw the nurse holding the shot as she entered the room. I was never brave enough not to let everyone hear me getting the shot all down the hall.

I couldn't wait to get dresses as soon as it was all over, I guess for safety. I remember looking at the paper on the table all messed up and torn where it was soaked with tears and was embarrassed how I must have looked to the adults squirming and crying like a baby. I couldn't wait to get out of that place and all the nurses scared me to death regardless how nice they were to me. Even at a young age, I knew they were the boss since they were the ones with the shots.

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Tim
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 01, 2009, 01:53: am

Becky, how old were you and your sisters, when all of you got shots, where you all watched??? Did you all accept the fact that you were getting a shot or did any of you resist?

Tim

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Becky
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 01, 2009, 06:10: am

It happened more than once but the most memorable time that I was thinking about I was around eight and that would make my middle sister seven and the youngest about five.

We were good girls and didn't really resist, just pleaded and begged not to get a shot, or when older pleaded to get it in the arm instead of the heinie.

My middle sister was probably the only one that resisted one time in the doctor's office when she was about ten. When we were called in another girl and her brother was called in front of us and they were put in the next room. Her brother was about my age and his sister was about eight. I always hated that since I didn't want anyone to know that I was the one crying if I got a shot.

When the doctor checked my sister he said she was going to get two shots. She kept pleading with mom that she didn't want two shots. I was nervous too since I didn't want the same thing to happen to me.

We waited for a long time and then we heard the girl in the next room pleading that she didn't want a shot. When I heard her scream and cry I thought how embarrassing it must be to have your older brother watch you get a shot. My sister was in tears jumping around looking at the door with each noise in the hall. Then a nurse stuck her head in and apologized for the delay and said my sister would be next after they gave a couple of shots in the next room. It wasn't long until we heard the boy in the next room scream and start crying then in a few moments he screamed louder and started bawling even more. He sounded like a three year old but I knew it was the boy in the next room around my age. He cried for a long time and that caused my sister to start crying more.

When the door flew open two nurses came in the room real fast, both had shots in their hands. All I could see is my sisters pigtails flopping around side to side looking and listening to the nurses on both sides of her. She tried to squirm off the table but the big nurse held her as the other nurse gave her the shot. She was still bawling when the big nurse said here comes the next one. That was when she jumped up with her knees under her chin and the other nurse had to pull her legs down while the big one gave her the shot. Boy did she howl.

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Zack
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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 02:12: pm

Did any of you hear the doctor say to give you an enema injection to help with your illness. I always got an enema after the doctor gave me a shot in my rump....the doctor told my mother that, since I was already turned on my stomach, she might as well give me an enema. It would not hurt to give him an enema he would say. As soon as he left, my mother got out the funnel, 1 qt pitcher and rectal tube and gave me an enema. She usually had to refill the pitcher at least once during the enema. This was a good half hour to forty five min. enema experience given with a small funnel. My last funnel enema was when I was 16 on my back on the bathroom floor.

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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor


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Becky
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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 03:30: pm

I don't remember the doctor or nurse ever giving me or my sisters an enema. Mom would do that and it always seemed when you were constipated and not just sick.

All I remember them doing anything like that was taking our temperature. At the office I remember it seemed like a rite of passage. Once you were old enough you got to avoid that embarrassing ordeal. I know it made me feel a lot older as I watched my sisters laying on the table with the nurse holding the thermometer stuck up their bottom.

There was that transition age where I'd watch my sisters temperature taken and when it was my turn if the nurse made me roll over, I felt like I was still a baby.

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[> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor


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Michael
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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 03:20: pm

Home visits by the doctor were very much a part of growing up in the 50's. Fortunately for me very few involved getting a shot. The one thing that was always done though was my mom would give me an enema either before he arrived or right after he left. More than once I would get an enema before his visit and also afterwards. When running a temp due to a severe cold or the flu daily enemas were given once in the morning and once again in the evening. Mom's standard treatment was always a soap suds enema made with Ivory Flakes in a full bag of warm water. She would always call the doctors office to update my condition and during the report she'd inform the nurse about the enemas and any change in my temp.

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Carla
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Date Posted: Tuesday, August 24, 2010, 05:33: pm

I can't recall a Dr coming to the house. But down the street lives a nurse practitioner and she and mom have been friendly for as long as I can remember. There were many times when we were feeling ill and mom would call her over. She works with supervision of a local doctor and will use the phone to consult with him about things. Eunice is a bit older and for a long time used a rectal thermometer and sometimes she and mom would use the enema bag. The worst thing about that is she still treats me like a little girl and often has me remove my nightgown while she does her exam and makes notes even if my brother Phillip is in the room also. The last time that happened she called the Dr's office and was on hold for what felt like forever while I had to stand there totally nude in front of her and mom. At least Phillip wasnt there that day. But I knew he would be home from school and probablky would walk right in to see what was going on.

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Dennis
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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 04:47: pm

This took place even in the late 60's. Mom made the living room the sick room for me so I could watch TV, only one TV in the house at that time. She thought the TV would keep me entertained while I was sick. This was when I was about 6 to about 9 or so that I remember this. I do remember the doctor coming to the house on a few occasions, but most of the time I was brought to his office. It was about the time doctors stopped making house calls. The downside of the living room being the sick room, was when the doc did come, anyone who was home got to watch what went on, this included my older sister and sometimes my aunt and cousins. Sometimes I got a shot and had my rectal temp taken by the doc, and like the posters above, he would sometimes order an enema be given to me. After the doc left, mom would go upstairs and get the enema ready. My aunt and cousins would hang around and then when mom came and got me, would follow us up to the bathroom and would watch me get the enema. When started getting close to 10 years old, I started protesting to my mom about having an audience, luckily she agreed with me. She would wait until everyone was gone or to the next morning before she gave me the enema.

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Becky
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 01, 2009, 05:12: am

That sounds terribly embarrassing! Especially around the age of ten.

I remember my uncle coming over because mom got her car stuck in the snow when we were leaving to go to the doctor's office. I don't remember what happed except we weren't going to the doctor so I was pleased. He was our youngest uncle and more like a big brother to us.

We were in mom and dad's bed reading and I suppose getting well while mom and my uncle were in the kitchen drinking coffee. Then I heard a knock at the door and the most fighting voice of the doctor.

To my horror the doctor, my mom and my uncle came into the bedroom. It wasn't long until my sister had her nightgown off and the doctor examining her in front of my uncle. I know she had to be embarrassed since we were older and trying to look more grown up in our uncle's eyes. Then I heard the word I most feared, penicillin. Soon the doctor had her panties off and on her tummy while my uncle looked on. The doctor always moved the covers out of the way and made plenty of room. I'm sure he had some kids that tired to wrap up in them to keep from getting a shot.

Then it was the awful scream and bawling that followed while I was frozen watching what was happening to my sister. When I looked around I saw my uncle grinning at my mother. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to crawl in a hole. Then I was next and of course off came my nightgown and I must have blushed three shade of red. This time I was lucky and didn't have to get a shot, so my dignity was saved somewhat.

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they hurt to bechky and all
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 01, 2009, 08:20: am

BECKY== you have my total sympathy. NEEDLES in the buttcheek hurt me SO BAD also. THEY STUNG BURNED and hurt beyond what I could stand . I was young also, and would be so terrified when I found out I was getting a big sharp needle in my butt.I will never forget that pain and the embarrasment of getting it in the rearend.SO I understand how you felt.ONE time when I was young I was crying when the doctor was over he threatend me if I did not stop crying he would giveme a needle. I shut right up!! to all that have felt that horrible pain in the butt cheek . I understand==ANYONE ELSE willing to tell there story?

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Tim
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Date Posted: Friday, October 02, 2009, 08:09: am

I was wondering if your experience left you a bit scared all year 'round, or at certain times of the year; For you had a 3 times greater chance of getting a shot then other kids because if any of your 2 sisters needed a shot, you might get one also.

I didn't go to doctor's offices as a kid. My grandfather was the family doctor and he lived next door!!!! When I was a kid, he was about 65. We had 3 families in my house since my grandparents, aunt and uncle, and their kids, all hung in our house. They all lived on the same block. This was between 1964 and 1970. I didn't get regular checkups. I had 3 brothers, but I never saw them get a shot. However, everyone saw me get one. I was the youngest of the 4 of us. I remember this happening from when I was 4 until about 12.

It would go like this if I were sick.....

My mom would call my grandfather in to give me a quick checkup. At that point, I didn't think much of it because I didn't feel that sick. Maybe a slight sore throat.

After I said "ahhhh," my grandfather would ask the question, "Can he take pills?" Since I was afraid of pills, I would yell No!!!!!.

My grandfather would then say," I'm going to have to give him a shot."

At that point, instant terror came over me and I started yelling and screaming that I didn't want a shot! There mere mention of that word sent me hysterically crying. It was too late. The decision was made. My entire family would be there and they would all go into the kitchen and watched as my grandfather boiled the needle. This usually took 30 minutes. No one seemed to care that I was in the living room crying and screaming. Some of my brothers or my cousin would come in the house and ask why I was crying. My mom would tell them, "Grandpa is giving him a shot." I would hear them laugh and they would stay in the kitchen with everyone else. I could smell alcohol all through the house. That smell became an evil smell when I grew up because it always meant a shot.

So I sat alone in the living room crying away pleading not to get the shot. But not only did it fall on deaf ears, I could hear everyone laughing. The only thought in my head was how bad the last shot hurt and how much time was left before this one. I was in complete terror as the minutes went by. It always went the same way. At a certain point, everyone in the kitchen came into the living room. This panicked me even more. The next thing I knew, I had many hands unfastening my pants and they maneuvered my body so I was now on my stomach on the couch. There wasn't even a chance of resisting because there were too many hands on me. My grandfather was always the last to come into the living room. At first I would kick like crazy as they pulled my pants and underwear down. Then I was held by even more hands which stopped me from kicking. I was now completely helpless with my pants down and my butt exposed. At this point I was crying even harder and louder.

I would then see my grandfather come into the living room, through the corner of my eye. I knew I was getting the needle soon and kept crying and begging not to get it. The next thing I knew, I felt my grandfather wiping a part of my butt with alcohol and no matter how hard I tried, I couldnt move. My mother, aunt, grandmother, and brother and cousin were all holding me and laughing.

The final part always went like this. After I felt the alcohol being rubbed, my entire family would slowly count to 3. I WAS getting it on 3 and by now I was in total panic. So, all together, they started counting. As hard as I tried, I couldn't move. When they got to 3, I felt that needle go into my butt like a huge nail. The needle itself hurt like crazy. It truly felt like a long nail was inside me. I could feel the coldness of the steel deep inside. After the needle was in, my grandfather would say to everyone, "Now hold him still." Then I would feel the medicine going in and it felt like a fire was being injected deep inside me. It burned and burned and he always injected it slowly. I would be screaming even louder and everyone would hold me tighter.

I dont know exactly how the long it took to inject the medicine but it was NOT fast. I cried and pleaded with them to stop but he just kept injecting. As if this wasn't bad enough, it stung like crazy when he pulled the needle out! That part was as bad as when he stuck it in.

When it was finally over, I would lay there in a puddle of water crying like crazy with my butt on fire. My mother would stay with me while I continued crying, for about 10 minutes. When I finally could, I limped up the stairs to my room and layed in my bed under the covers. I didn't want to move. Any movement made my butt hurt. It woukd hurt for days and it constantly reminded me of the shot. The pain of the whole thing overshadowed any embarrassment. I didn't get teased or anything but I did feel funny around my brothers and cousins who I knew held me down.

This scene would happen anytime I was sick with more then a simple cold. One thing I know, the needles used back then were reusable and always had to be boiled. I saw the needle once and it was very long and thick. I dont think they are that big today.

But back then, if you were getting Penicillin, it was a serious shot. I'm sure it was even worse when they gave kids gamma globulin the in the 50's. Thank God I wasn't a kid then!!!!

The possibility of getting a shot worried me all year 'round. There were other shots in the butt and they were usually given before the summer since they covered camp and school that way.

I got shots like this until I was 12. After that, there was no way they had the strength to hold me down. I think I also finally got over my fear of pills by 12.

One thing was for sure, I was going to go through this whole experience at least once a year. But I never knew just when.....

Tim

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Date Posted: Friday, October 02, 2009, 10:16: am

TIM I am so sorry for the pain that you felt in your butt cheek. I felt that horrible stinging pain many times to. MY butt hurt so bad I coud not stand it. Itwas so embarrassing with pants and underwear down for an injection. the sting of those injections were so painful in my butt too /PENNiCILLAN/GONNA GLOBULIN and a bunch of other shots HURT me and I lived in terror to not knowing when the next one was coming. SO I understand you and BECKY and the rest of the people.IT was so unfair to hurt us like that. ARMS would have been so much easier to deal with. let me know if you want totalk

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Date Posted: Saturday, October 10, 2009, 01:25: am

I thankful have never had a shot in the butt matter of fact the last shot I have was 12 years ago when I was 8 I feel so sorry for you and tim and becky I am so glad after reading your post that I have not had to go through that and I never will let a dr do that to my son

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Date Posted: Saturday, October 10, 2009, 10:16: am

>>I have not had to go through that and I never will let a dr do that to my son<<

You have to remember in my case how new penicillin was back then. It had only been in mass production for 12 years by the time I was seven years old.

We are much further along with computers today than we were with penicillin back then. Most young adults today didn't know of a time where there wasn't a computer or computer viruses. Even today we are seeing people that lose all their data and have to reformat their computer because of viruses.

Injections were also the only way to deliver penicillin, but I think the reason so many of us had to endure so much pain or the frequent use was lack of knowledge. It also was based on the age of the doctor, I'm sure, how quickly he would grab the needle and use it on everyone in the house.

Today we will hear terribly sad stories how someone's kid had to go to the hospital because they were so sick. Very seldom is it due to an infection, but sometime it is, and even fewer times did they have to stay overnight in a hospital because of it. In my grandmother's day (and the doctor's day) she grew up where 3 kids out of a large family of 10 died before they were ten. These were due to various causes but mostly infection and many time they were never determined because lack of knowledge. Once penicillin was in wide use they seldom saw such things.

So now think of yourself as a doctor growing up as a kid back then and watching the whole family going through burying your brother or sister that will never be seen again. A crying little kid getting a shot in his or her butt was of little concern compared to what he witnesses. And also imagine his before and after solution as an adult watching kids you treat die, then a few years later with the same illness, they would live. In fact if you could you'd probably want to go door to door giving shots to everyone that had a sniffle knowing you could save lives. There was a reason it was given in the big muscle of the bottom instead of the arm. It hurt plenty and smaller muscle was worse. It was also better to see a kid limping instead of unable to reach for a glass of water while in bed.

I think you really have to use common sense today since the side effects are so minor and rare for most drugs and injections. I can't believe that some parents are refusing flu shots to their kids. To me it's the same as not strapping your child into a seat belt or car seat due to the rare occasion the seatbelt caused a death.

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Becky
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Date Posted: Saturday, October 03, 2009, 08:28: am

Yes, penicillin was a serious shot and they were giving them out like candy. Very few times do I ever remember getting penicillin in pill form. It was always a shot and always in the bottom. All kids were more afraid of the word penicillin than the word shot, because penicillin always meant it was going to be in your heinie and they hurt bad.

Every time we went to the doctor in the late 50's and early 60's it was embarrassing. For girls we only had skirts and a blouse and they would be removed as soon as we got in the room. All three of us would be sitting on the table in our panties and each time the door opened someone could see you if they were walking down the hall. There was no such things as gowns in the doctor's office like today, except for adults. It was always cold and smelled like alcohol.

Then you would hear one or two kids get shots while you were waiting. We'd try to decide which one got the shot by listening to them bawl. Even mom would try to guess which kid it was in the waiting room that just got his or her shot. That just made it more embarrassing because the other kids were doing the same thing and you didn't want them to know that you were the one crying like a baby. It sort of helped when you had two other sisters, but it made it much worse being reminded how much it was going to hurt.

And since there was a lot more resistance probably because penicillin stung so bad, they would pull your panties down real far so you couldn't pull them up or fight with them holding on to your panties. And you would lay there waiting for the nurse to return with the tray, and of course anyone walking by when she opened the door could see you laying there. Since there were three of us, they didn't wait for one to finish crying then get the next one on the table, they would go out the door while you were still crying and later you would be embarrassed thinking all that might have seen you crying on the table when the door was opened. Mom would get the next girl ready and the process would start all over again.

But to your question not always all three of us would get shots but a lot of times it happened. I only remember worrying about the doctor during school season. The next worst thing was getting hurt in the summer and going to the doctor because they always wanted to check if your tetanus shots were up to date. He gave those in the bottom too and we cried but it didn't hurt as much as the penicillin shots.

Looking back I think the doctor was a moneygrubber. If he came to the house we had to go to his office the next day or day after that. He always had a reason for us to see him including mother. I think that is just how he got paid for making house calls... double the charges. It was about the middle 1960 when he quit making house calls.

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Date Posted: Saturday, October 03, 2009, 04:16: pm

This past Monday I went to see my doctor and was told I had a a bad case of strept throat. he told me they would need to give me 2 injections. A nurse came in and told me to roll over on my stomach and push down my jeans. I am 21 and I can't remember the last time I got a shot in my hip. I heard people walk by and knew any moment that he would be back. I almost freaked out when he walked carrying those 2 shots. I felt my panties come down. One by one I got a needle in each hip. The last shot hurt really bad. He told me it was bicillin and that my butt would be sore for a few days. I limped out trying not to draw attention, but I am sure every knew I had just got a shot in my butt.

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Date Posted: Saturday, October 03, 2009, 11:50: pm

Yeah, that's how it was back then with just standard penicillin shots. These shots would cause you to limp. I don't remember in my adult life many shots in my hip has caused me to limp. As kids that was one of the things you were looking for when kids came out into the waiting room. You would look and see if their eyes were red like they had been crying and to see if they were limping. You could then be sure the scream and crying you heard a while before was this boy or girl. That is why it was embarrassing in front of the other kids or anyone you were trying to impress as being a big girl if you couldn't fake it.

I remember trying to look brave in the waiting room and acting like I wasn't concerned but I was scared to death waiting for my name to be called. My younger sisters were not able to hide their fear as well, especially the youngest one. At least if I got a shot, I thought that others would think they were the ones crying so it would not be as embarrassing to me. They would be whiny and be asking mom if they were going to get a shot and if it would be in their bottom. But it also just reminded me of what I was worried about too. Mom seemed to lie to us saying that we probably wouldn't get a shot or if we did it probably wouldn't be in the bottom.

The worst shot my littlest sister ever got was one that she knew she would get the next day. She already got a shot a couple days before and when mom called about her tonsils were still swollen and had pus they told her to bring her in the next day and they'd give her another penicillin shot. I got in trouble for that one since when I heard mom talking to the doctor's office I couldn't wait to tell my sister that she was going to get another shot. She cried all the way to the doctor's office and when we checked in the receptionist asked on the intercom if anyone had time to give a little girl a penicillin shot that was waiting by the front desk. We heard the voice say that she would be up in minute to take her back. We didn't even sit down and in a while the nurse came up holding the shot in her hand and took my sister back with her while we waited. She was crying as she walked down the hall with the nurse. Soon we could hear my sister screaming and crying. It seemed to last for a long time and when she came out she was still sobbing. There was no doubt who got a shot that time and she was still crying and sniffling all the way home.

I don't know what they give now for strep throat but back then it was two shots also... one was penicillin and one was to "dry you up." Both hurt about the same.

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Date Posted: Friday, March 19, 2010, 08:49: pm

The medication of choice given today for strep is amoxicillin typically in 500mg caps. Some docs, however, still prefer penicillin but most often in pill form.

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Date Posted: Saturday, October 03, 2009, 05:42: pm

Tiffany was this in a 24 Hour Doc in The Box type place? I've noticed that in New York, doctors don't tend to give shots in the butt, let alone 2. Maybe just in the Doc-in-the-Box type places. What State was this in?

When he told you he was giving you 2 shots, you just went along with it? You didn't ask if you could take pills?

Getting 2 shots I would think your entire butt hurt for days????

Tim

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Date Posted: Saturday, October 03, 2009, 09:06: pm

I can remember our next door neighbour had a daughter the same age as me and seemed like me ot suffer a lot of childhood illnesses.Our parents would actually encourage us to visit each other when one was ill to relieve the boredome as we didnt have television in this country in those days. We were both chess enthusiasts and would spend hours together concentrating on the game. Upon entering the sick room though the first thing you would look for was if the doctor had left behind a used syringe because that usually meant the patient had an injection and usually in the bottom. If I was ill and she was visiting and the doctor was coming I would find it hard to concentrate on the game and would start to squirm in the bed when the doctor was announced. My visitor would be asked to leave so the doctor could examine me and the same would apply if I was visiting her. Sometimes I would wait next the fence which ran along the side of he house next to her bedroom. Sometimes I would heare voices and the words oh no as she was told to turn over and then shortly after there would be a cry and the sound of sobbing.
I suspect all the kids in our neighnbourhood were scared of the doctor mainly because of the injections.

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Date Posted: Tuesday, October 06, 2009, 04:51: pm

My mom took me to the doctor yesterday because I had missed 2 days of school due to a head cold, fever and sore throat. I am a senior and taking some hojnor classes so missing school really puts you behind. He told my mom I had really bad tonsils and was going to put me on antibiotics for 10 days. She said why not give her a shot won't that work faster. He said I usally don't, but I we could do that. A nurse came back in a few minutes and told me to unfasten my pants and lay on my stomach. My butt was bared and then I felt a jab. I hollered out and my mom said, be quiet beofre you scare all of the kids. It was a very large syringe. I knew why my butt hurt when I saw the needle. The nurse told my mom to return in 3 days if not better for another shot. No way in hell am I coming back for round two.

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Date Posted: Friday, October 09, 2009, 03:08: am

Hi,
I guess it's a matter of where you live and guts...LOL

I find, in NY, doctors are not so quick to give shots as opposed to pills. In fact, No doctor has suggested a shot in 30 years, to me.....

I give you credit for guts. For even though you knew it would hurt, you did it. I would have been afraid and just taken the pills.

Whenever I do take antibiotic pills, I take two the first dose. I was told by my doctor, that pills too, start working right away. It's only a matter of whether they affect your stomach in a bad way...

So, you have a lot more guts then I do...LOL

Tim

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Date Posted: Thursday, October 08, 2009, 01:18: am

I'm curious. You say that no way will you go back in 3 days for another shot. But didn't you argue at all when your mom insisted on the first shot? I would think in High School a kid could put up a pretty good arguement to be allowed to take the pills? Did you just accept your fate and get up on the table and lower your jeans? No resistance?

Also, your mom had to know those shots hurt real bad. So why would she yell at you to quiet down? Or why would she think you "could" quiet down??

Just curious because by the time I was in High School, no one could make me do anything. But thats just me I guess. What State was this in?

Thanks,

Tim

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Date Posted: Thursday, October 08, 2009, 11:16: am

My mom and I are very close. I knew that it was for my own good, but it still hurt like hell. I could have refused , but then I would have lost my car. I live in Kentucky. Tim just so you know I did get another in the other cheek 3 days later. it hurt , but this time I was prepared for it. I am feeling much better today.

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Date Posted: Friday, March 19, 2010, 04:21: pm

I went for a routine physical for employment and since it had been a year since my last PAP my doctor did one. I was not prepared for what came next. I received a call 3 days later saying I needed to come back in. I was told I had a STD and needed treatment. My boyfriend had been sleeping around it turns out. The nurse came back with 2 large syringes and I was told I would need to lie on my stomach. I had tears in my eyes before it even began. She said she would get her co-worker and they would give me both injections at once. I pulled down my jeans and panties and had my hands at my side when she came back with the other nurse who turned out to be a male. They both picked up the syringes , cleaned a spot and jabbed me together. I could feel that large needle sink into my hip. It hurt so bad I was bawling like a baby. Needless to say I dumped the asshole and told his mom what he had done. His mom who is still my friend said the nurse that gave him his shots gave it to him cold which made it hurt even worse.

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Date Posted: Thursday, April 15, 2010, 05:43: pm

I took my boyfriend to the ER after he cut his hand while cleaning fish. he got 9 stitches in his hand. He had to get a tetanus shot in his right arm. She told him to drop his shorts and bend over for another shot. he dropped his shorts and boxers. I was looking at his little white bare butt. She took this really big needle and buried it in his butt and shot him full of this yellow colored medications. After she pulled out the needle he hobbled around rubbing his butt cheek. He told me it hurt like hell.

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Date Posted: Sunday, April 18, 2010, 10:48: am

I had high temps when sick and and having the doctor come to the house was common back then. I was always nervous about it since I usually got a shot but not always. I was brave enough to ask if I was getting a shot and was glad when the answer was no. After the doctor left is when I usually got an enema. Sometimes my mom would ask if she should give me an enema and the answer was it would not hurt. Being sick for a few days it was only a matter of time until I was given an enema.

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Date Posted: Sunday, April 18, 2010, 01:20: pm

The last time the doctor came to the house because I was sick he checked me out & said to grandmother take him upstairs give one or to enemas and he will be fine after the enemas . Well that was not the first enemas I was given but it did make me feel better. The enemas in the 40-50 were a fix-all .

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Date Posted: Monday, May 10, 2010, 07:46: am

Bill, I also grew up in the 50s and the standard remedies for whatever ailed you was orange flavored aspirin, Vicks, and an enema.

If you were sick enough for the doctor to make a house call everything seemed to focus on your bottom. First, to see how sick you were you got your temp taken rectally, then after a call to the doctor you got an enema before his arrival, and finally when he determined that you need a shot it was always in a rear cheek.

I can recall having strep throat and all the treatments were to my bottom. It didn't make sense at the time.

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Date Posted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010, 12:58: pm

Barb, I had exactly the same experiences as you, also growing-up in the '50's. It seemed like my bottom was the center of attention and I would always get a rectal temp and a shot from him. Did the doctor also take your temperature rectally before giving you a shot? How old were you when you got those visits from the pediatrician?

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Date Posted: Monday, May 10, 2010, 12:52: pm

As a first year baby boomer, meaning one of those born in 1946, the doctor encounter had two modes. One was the annual physical for school and summer camp at his office. That was not bad. He checked the vitals, stuck his hands inside my underpants to examine the testicles, checked a urine specimen, and gave me a tetenus shot or polio shot in the arm. I was in good health for those visits.

The other mode was the house call. Besides the vitals was the penicillin shot in the buttocks for whatever childhood illness I had at the time. I had them all -- mumps, measles, chicken pox, and the more serious pneumonia. He wrote presciptions for aspirin suppositories, codein cough syrup, child strength nose drops, and a few special items for whatever the illness required.

In anticipation of the visit, I got an enema from my mother in the bathroom. After the visit, usually at four hour intervals I got the nose drops, rectal temperature taking, suppository, cough syrup and additional meds. An example of a special medication would be Tigan suppositories for nausea or ear drops for an infection there. The usual colds were almost every month, and the routine at home was the same for those.

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Date Posted: Tuesday, May 11, 2010, 07:28: pm

We are from the same era, aren't we? I don't ever thing I got Tigan suppositories, but I do remember the cough syrups of the time. One was supposed to taste like cherry, or at least that is what my mother told me. The other one was clear and called turpin hydrate which had codeine in it and tasted plain awful even if it did stop the cough.

An enema in our house was a half bag of warm water that had been made soapy with Ivory. I didn't like them that much but they certainly worked. My mother had a thing about enemas and if I was sick enough to be home from school I was sick enough to get a cleaning out. What a great way to make sure I never played sick to stay home.

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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010, 01:08: am

It is always nice to meet another boomer. Some more details about my experiences -- My mother did the same thing with the open top B.F. Goodrich red rubber bag. An Ivory soap bar was put in the bag. Then the warm water filled the bag and mixed the soap and made the water filmy. I got about a quart or so, and it always took two trips to the toilet to expel all of it. It was done first thing each day. That made temperature taking and suppository administration easier. It did feel good to be cleaned out.

I had a gag reflex that made it hard to take a pill. That is why I got aspirin in suppository form. They were big pellets with the brand name Supprettes. Some other meds looked more like gel capsules and were given rectally. The Tigan ones were brown and long, thin suppositories. I wore red flannel pajamas with a drop seat that closed with eight buttons. My mother used that trap door every time it was a temperature taking or suppository occasion. I was on my tummy for the rectal thermometer and on my left side with my knees pulled up for each suppository.

The cough syrup was cherry flavored and it got me snockered as well as stopping the cough. Great stuff.

You did not mention getting nose drops but I did. I had to lie on my back on the bed with my head hanging down over the edge. I loved the results, but dreaded the experience of having a half dozen drops put in each nostril. Did you ever get nose drops, and how was it done?

Fortunately, I never got the Vicks Vapo Rub or Fletchers Castoria that other kids had. My mother knew they were both pretty worthless.

Looking back on it all, the tender, loving care was great, I craved the attention, and now I have a fetish for all of it.

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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010, 08:07: am

I used to get nose drops and hated it when the medication ran down the back of the throat it felt awful and ear drops weren't much better. Vicks vapor rub was a standard of my mothers if we had a cold.
I also hated the taste of the wooden spatula they used to hold the tongue down during the examination of the throat.

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Date Posted: Thursday, May 13, 2010, 07:35: am

I was never happy about Vicks. My mother would rub it on my chest, put some on my upper lip under my nose, or use it in a vaporizer. It would often trigger my gag reflex and I swore that when I became a mom that I would never use Vicks. We've never had it in the house. On the other hand our enema bag has always gotten its fair share of use. That's a different story.

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Date Posted: Tuesday, May 18, 2010, 08:40: pm

I hated the smell of Vicks and some was put under my nose "to clear my chest" I was told. Of course I have never used it on myself..ugh!! An enema also seemed to be part of being home sick and to this day I am not sure why that was so or even if it was necessary. Yet enemas were given to my sister and I and mom took them.

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Date Posted: Thursday, May 13, 2010, 08:05: am

Like many who have written before, Vick's, baby aspirin and powerful Cheracol (?) cherry cough syrup were my Doctor Mom's usual remedies.
Of course, "good" enemas were added to the list if there was no BM more than a day after onset of an illness. Only once that I know of did our family doctor order an enema, and my mom had already used the white can and Ivory on me. She gave me another enema the next day just for good measure and could always say that the doctor approved of them.
A friend's mom also always did this, and was that experience similar to yours?

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Date Posted: Saturday, May 15, 2010, 07:36: pm

I don't ever remember a doctor making house calls, but do remember my mother giving me an enema before we went to the doctor's office. It was always the same sequence where she would take my temperature, decide that she should take me to the doctor, call for an appointment, and give me an enema. I never liked them but can still remember sitting there feeling like I was going to never stop pooping. It was only later that I decided that I sort of liked getting one, but by then I was in my late teens.

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Date Posted: Tuesday, May 18, 2010, 10:20: pm

Sharon I always wondered about that. My mom did the same thing, for what reason was an enema necessary? Except to make me more miserable than I already felt.

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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 19, 2010, 08:07: am

The pre-appointment enemas may have been given to show that our moms already had begun treating whatever ailed us, figuring that enemas would be prescribed in any case. It was thought just another routine treatment in home nursing care, whether we liked or hated it.

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Date Posted: Saturday, May 22, 2010, 08:21: am

I don't think I agree with the beginning treatment notion. Instead I know that many believed that even if an enema did not help a good occasional cleaning out could never hurt. Growing up I know I got a few enemas just because my mother thought that it was a good idea at the time.

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Date Posted: Monday, May 24, 2010, 10:18: pm

I took my girlfriend to her doctor after she had been up all night vomiting. We had eaten some shrimp and I think it might have been bad. She just had the dry heaves when we arrived at the office. She was lying on the exam table in her PJ's. The nurse comes in and gets her vitals and then she pulls down her PJ bottoms and says this is going to be cold as she sticks the temp probe up her bottom. Her butt cheeks tensed up at first. The doctor comes in and exams her and leaves and the same nurse comes back in this time carrying a syringe. She pulls down her PJ's again and takes swabs her butt and sticks this needle into her butt and says this is going to burn a little as she pushes down the plunger. She yells out and then I see the tears in her eyes. It was over just that quick. I am looking at her little butt which has a small trickle of blood running down her cheek. I helped her pull up her PJ's. As we are driving home I asked if she was embarrased by me seeing her bare bottom. She said at first she was , but she was happy I was there when she got the injection.

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Date Posted: Tuesday, May 25, 2010, 03:22: pm

I think getting an enema before going to the doctor back then was pretty common. I don't think people realize how uninformed people were back then. Many thought an aspirin cured many things.

I too think it was moms trying to prove to the doctor they did all they could first. Doctors were really put up on a pedestal, and if you went to the doctor's office and didn't reek with the smell of Vicks, your mom wasn't doing her job.

I know there was a lot of concern for having clean panties and that only reminded me that they might be taken down and all these strangers would be looking at them, most likely while they were down at my knees and me bawling like a baby after I got a shot.

They did like to take rectal temps at a much older age than let's say in the 1970's when my kids were born. However, I don't remember many suppositories but it my kids got them a lot.

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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 26, 2010, 08:58: am

In all fairness, most childhood ailments were pretty simple and not all that many required either a doctor or for that matter a doctor giving an injection.

Coughs, colds, and short term viruses could be dealt with at home and most remedies only served to relieve the symptoms. Usually if you gave it a couple of days the body's immune system would take care of things. Vicks helped make breathing easier, cough syrup eased the hacking, aspirin soothed pain even if it never cured anything, and an enema made sure that the bowels were functioning to rid the body of any waste.

The thermometer told weather the patient was making progress and also how severe the problem was. While home nursing was pretty simplistic, but most of the time was pretty good, too.

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Date Posted: Monday, May 31, 2010, 04:38: am

Ellen you're right except that way back when, parents were always worried when a kid got sick because they knew very little about illnesses. So a big deal was made of any illness. Since a doctor only had a few healing medicines, the kid almost always got a shot of Penicillin.....I think it traumatized many kids......Tim

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Date Posted: Tuesday, June 01, 2010, 07:13: am

I do think shots can be traumatizing, but the much more frequent sight of the enema bag or can headed your way could be equally or more so.

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Date Posted: Saturday, June 05, 2010, 11:40: am

I think if I had been given a choice between getting an enema or getting a shot I would have chosen the enema every time. It must be the smell of the antiseptic that they wipe on your skin before the needle goes in, but I start to breathe faster and feel light headed every time I get a whiff of it. By comparison an enema does not evoke all that bad of feelings.

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Date Posted: Sunday, October 31, 2010, 11:16: am

I remember the time when there was such a thing as a "House Call".When,I or one of my brothers or sister was sick,the procedure was always the same.Mom would come into the room with a jar of petroleum jelly and her reliable rectal thermometer."Turn over and lift up" she would order and our pajama bottoms and underpants would come down together.The air felt cool on my exposed bottom.I would watch mom shake down and then smear the bulb with a blob of the white jelly.Moments later,Mom's fingers parted my buttocks and the thermometer was slowly inserted.It always felt extra cold with a high fever.My bottom tingled as we waited for the thermometer to register.Mom had a habit of "adjusting and twirling" the thermometer as she waited.When it was finally removed and read,Mom would announce "You have a fever.Stay under the covers while I call the doctor." Mom would dial the doctor."Hello doctor,Tommy has a rectal temp of 101.2-can you come over and look at him?-Thank you -I'll keep him covered up." Mom would hang up and tell me the doctor was on his way.

Once the doctor arrived,he was led upstairs to my bedroom.The doctor would put his bag down and ask my mother to "Take his temperature" and she would sit down on the bed next to me and insert the rectal thermometer once again.The doctor would question my mother this time while the thermometer was inserted,about my symptoms,bowel movements and if I was eating or not.This time the doctor bent over and removed and read the thermometer.My throat was checked and my heart listened to."He has a sore throat" the doctor would say as he prepared a penicillin shot for me.My butt would be injected and my pajamas pulled up.The doctor would ask about the "other kids" and Mom would march them in to "Get looked at".Sometimes this meant nothing more then a look at their throat.Other times it meant a rectal temp,if the child was "acting up" and probably coming down with something according to mom.The unhappy child would find themselves with a rectal thermometer up their bottom for a long three minutes"just to be on the safe side."

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Date Posted: Tuesday, November 09, 2010, 10:29: am

My girlfriend and I had to go to the health department because ooyfriend had sex with both of us and he had an STD. We were given 2 syringes on penicillin and told to hold them for 15 minutes to worm them up. he said you will getting one in each butt cheek. They had on this long needle covered with a plastic cap. That was the longest 15 minutes. When we were called back we were terrifed. he was so matter of fact. He told both of us to drop our jeans to our knees and lean over the table. he then told us to push down our panties to the bottom of our butt cheeks. I watched as he uncovered the the first needle and drove it into Julie's butt. She screamed as he pushed down the plunger. he then walked over to me and gave me one in my butt. Julie got the second one and this time she seemed to handle it a little better. I had tensed up so he slapped me hard on my bare butt and gave me my second shot. We were standing there holding our butts in our hands. he placed bandaids on our injection sites and told us he was sorry to have to give us such large shots in our small butts. it has been four days and both of our butts still ache.

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Date Posted: Tuesday, November 23, 2010, 06:57: pm

I went to see my doctor today because I had a really bad sinus infection. he told me he was going to use some big guns on this one since I had 2 recurrent attacks. The male nurse came back in a few minutes with 2 shots filled with yellow medicine. I said where are those going. He said your rear. I slowly undid my jeans and got on the table. He tugged down my jeans. As he pulled down my panties he said I am giving you half the dose in each cheek as it burns. I mixed it with lidocaine to help. He whacked me on my left cheek, startling me and injected the first shot. it hurt a little. The once again he smacked my other cheek hard and this time I did not feel the needle. he put bandaids on the two sites and told me to massage my buns before getting up. I said you smacked hard, and he asked me if I felt the neddel jab. Now it is 6 pm and my buns are aching.

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Date Posted: Wednesday, November 24, 2010, 06:51: pm

I had to take my 17 y/o sister to the doctor yesterday after she dropped a bowling ball on her foot. She broke two of her toes and it was all swollen up. While they were taping the two toes together she was crying out in a lot of pain. The doctor told her to give her a 60 mg of toradol. I told her it was going in her butt. She said what? NO way! I said it has too. The nurse came in and a sked me to step out. She said no I want him in the room. I helped her unfasten her jeans and pull them down. She had on a blu thong so her entire butt was exposed. She had a small tattoo on her left cheek. I asked her where she got that and she said don't tell mom and dad. I watched as the nurse buried the needle into her bottom. She jumped as she injected the medicine. I knew it burned beacuse I got one.

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Date Posted: Friday, November 26, 2010, 12:35: pm

This morning I am just coming on shift and I see my neighbor in the ER waiting room. I stopped and asked why she was there. She was doing some shopping and she slipped on the ice and injured her left wrist. I went to the back and let my charge nurse know that I knew her and I would take care of her. I brought her back to the room and helped her get out of her coat. She was wearing this red mini dress and boots up to her knees. Her left wrist was very swollen. I placed an ice pack on it and ordered an x-ray. When she came back I showed her the films telling her it was broke. The ortho doctors came down to see her. I asked for pain medication before they pout her in a cast. He ordered 50 mg Denerol and 8mg Zofran. I went and drew both up and brought them to her room. I explained they were going to be placing her in a cast and I had some pain medication for her. I told her they needed to go into her bottom. She leaned over the table and I raised up her dress. She on a very skimpy pair of red silk panties. I pushed them down under her round cheeks. She had cute tan lines on her butt. She junped when I gave her the zorfran shot. I placed my hand on her bottom when I gave her the demerol knowing it was going to burn more. She gasped as I injected it. After they put the cast on her I went to discharge her. She was still rubbing her butt. She told me I owe her dinner for making her butt ache. I said I would be honored to take her to dinner.

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Date Posted: Sunday, November 28, 2010, 04:18: pm

I was in the ER yesterday and was told I was getting an injection in my butt. I was told to lower my jeans and panties and lie face down. I laid on that bed for 15 minutes with my butt totally exposed and this male nurse comes in and is totally surprised. He can tell I am very nervous. I am looking at the syringe and needle. It is bad enough to know you are about to get a jab in the butt, but then you have to wait. That was so unpleasant. he started to make small talk all the time rubbing and squeezing my hip and then I felt him plunge the needle into my unsuspecting rump. He gave me the shot slowly. It really wans't too bad if you have to get one.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Neighborly visit


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Rich
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Date Posted: Wednesday, December 01, 2010, 09:10: am

My neighbor across the street is a killer model. She works for an agency in St Louis. We see her working out at the YMCA and she has a body to make you drool. She found out I was ging flu shots and asked if she could get one. I told her I would bring one over in the morning. I went over yesterday and when she answered the door she was still in her robe. I came in and she told me to follow her. We went into her bedroom. I opened the alcohol packet and she opened her robe and let it fall to the floor as she laid on the bed. Her butt was even more beautiful than I could imagine. She sqirmed as I placed the needle into her butt. I said it is done as I placed a bandaid on her butt. I can only hope next year she asks me back.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Home visit


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Nikki
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Date Posted: Tuesday, December 07, 2010, 05:41: pm

I met this male nurse while working last month at Hooter's in Missouri. I asked him what he was doing and he said he gad been at a few of the local banks doing flu shots. I told him I hated shots. He told me it was not bad, but that if i got the flu it could be rough. Well over Thanksgiving my family got together and 7 of the 9 got the flu. I saw him yesterday when he came in for lunch and I said hey can I still get the flu shot? He said you sure can. I told him I would be home until 10 AM. He said he would come by. I let him in and watched as he drew up the vaccine. My arms are small as I only weigh 98 pounds. I said that sure is a long needle. he told me I should take it in the butt due to having more muscle mass. He told me to lie on my couch. I unsnapped my jeans and liad flat. he tugged down my jeans. I had on my orange tiny thong so both butt cheeks were fully exposed. he told me my butt was more amazing bare then in my shorts. he rubbed my both cheeks and then he slapped my left cheek and stuck me. before I knew it he was rubbing my bottom and helping me get my jeans up. he came in for lunch today and I waited on him. He asked me how my butt felt. I said no pain. He said I was hoping to get another look. I got a nice big tip today because on his ticket I told him to cover back over for a longer look. It is a tunr on knowing guys are looking at my tight buns.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Waiting for the dreaded shots


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Jenny
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Date Posted: Thursday, December 09, 2010, 06:37: pm

I was told I had a badly infected belly ring piercing and I needed I shot of rocephin. My boyfriend had warned the stuff burned like hell. She told him to wait outside and I said I wanted him in the room. The nurse came in and said okay honey bend over and lower your jeans. My boyfriend watched as I lowered my jeans. it was the first time he was seeing all of my bare bottom without a bathing suit. I lowered my panties and leaned over. She uncapped the needle and I saw how big it was. I stood up and she said bend over honey. Flex your knee she said as she wiped and rammed that neelde in my butt. I almost collapsed. She said a needle in the butt could not hurt as much as that belly button. She said rub your cheek or it will hurt and walked out. My boyfriend had a great time rubbing it. When we got home I let him do so more gentle care. That nurse had no sympathy at all.

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[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the dreaded shots


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Tricia
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Date Posted: Wednesday, December 15, 2010, 08:24: pm

I had to go get a shot of penicillin for some dental work. If I take the pills they upset my stomach. I was told to lay on the table and loosen my jeans. The male nurse came in and lowered my jeans and panties. He wiped my butt with an alcohol pad. he then relaizes he does not had a bandaid and says he will be right back and leaves the syringe in front of me. I am staring at the long needle with a plastic cap. he comes back in about five minutes. Picks up the needle and jams it in my ass. I scream out. Hold still he says. Fine for you to say. You don't have a pencil buried in your ass. As he pulls out the needle he tells me it will feel like a golf ball in my bottom for a few hours. He sure wasn't kidding.

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[> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor


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Sue
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Date Posted: Friday, April 22, 2011, 08:17: am

My sister and I are both in high school (15 and 16) and last week mom picked us up after school and said that we had to go to the doctor's for our first HPV shot. We weren't happy but something we had to do and when we were called into the exam room both of us raised up our sleeves while waiting for the nurse. The nurse was still in the hallway and had been talking to mom. When she came in she smiled and said, "I won't be using your arms!" We were told to remove our jeans and had us stand near the exam table. My sister was first as the nurse lowereed her panties to below her knees and took her temperature with a digital thermometer. After three beeps she gave her the shot and told me I was next. I was shaking so mom had to help me lean over the table as I got my temp and shot. I did cry a bit and felt sore later.

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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor


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Daniel
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Date Posted: Monday, May 30, 2011, 03:02: pm

I remember getting shots in the behind many times and often crying when I felt the needle. However once I was naked or at least had my pants and underwear down the Dr usually gave the cheek a sharp crack. I am pretty sure that the tears came from the smack on the behind as much as the pricking of the needle.
Sometimes the shots were given by an RN who worked with him. I can also recall my mom having to grasp my sister's wrists and pull them over the exam table so she was bent over it with her butt, not just accessible to the nurse, but in my full view.
Frequently one of us received a Doctor's or Nurse's play kit for a birthday or X-mas and that led to someone playing Doctor and me being the patient. But the best game playing was after a DR's visit when we would re-enact the exam in as many details as possible, especially if mom was busy with something elsewhere in the house or even better having coffee with the neighbors. That usually meant that I would be the one who lay in bed pretending to be sick and my sister would "arrive" with the Dr's kit and examine me from head to foot, special emphasis on the in between area which once I began to mature was very interesting to her.
Since we didn't really know what the Dr was looking for it was all a matter of trying to follow the steps that we had seen the nurse or doctor do.
On one occasion I had to give a urine sample at the Dr's visit so after that I would be escorted, usually naked to the nearest bathroom and had to provide a sample under very close supervision.
Frequently one or the other of the cousins who lived closest and were just about the same age. I was the oldest male of the group and so I matured first.

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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor


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Jack
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Date Posted: Saturday, April 12, 2014, 03:51: pm

Sue, have you and your sister received all three doses of the HPV vaccine? Did they give all three in your rear end? A friend of mine took her daughter to get the HPV shots and they gave them to her in the leg. I've heard it was the most painful shot there is, more so than a tetanus, hepatitis or meningitis vaccination. Most of the time they give it in the arm. It can be especially painful if you get other shots at the same time you get the HPV shot.

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[> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor


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Nick (bending over the receptionist's lap)
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Date Posted: Thursday, June 30, 2011, 06:44: 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.

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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor


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jean the frenchie
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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.

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[> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor


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Lb (Happy)
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Date Posted: Sunday, February 16, 2014, 12:10: am

My friend went to dr office get 4 shot on the butt my ? Is why did thay gave him a shot on the butt

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