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] Date Posted:Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 01:41: am In reply to:
's message, "Waiting for the Doctor" on Tuesday, September 29, 2009, 08:04: pm
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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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.
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?
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.