I was ten years old and in the 5th grade. I was playing floor hockey with my cousin on the hardwood floor in our dining room. I was crawling to get the ball when it happened, a 3cm splinter ran itself into my knee. It lodged in there tightly and my grandmother pulled and pulled, while I screamed and screamed but it did not budge. Finally she called my mom at work and she told her to take me to Dr. Matthews. We arrived and the waiting room only had a mother and small child waiting. It was a boy of about 3-4 four years old. My grandmother told the receptionist why we were there and returned to sit next to me. A few minutes went by and a girl of about 6 emerged and then the little boy and his mom went back. Then about 10 minutes later emerging from the back came Joey. Joey was a year behind me in 4th grade and lived around the corner. We were not best friends, but we did play together in neighborhood pick up games. Joey was crying as he spotted me. I walked over and asked him what had happened. He said he had stayed home from school due to having diarrhea and his mom brought him to Dr. Matthews. He said that Dr. Matthews had the nurse give him something to stop his diarrhea. That something he said was a shot right at the source of his diarrhea. I next heard my name called and I headed for the room Joey had just come out of with my grandmother.
The nurse asked my grandmother why I was there and she explained about the splinter. The nurse came over to the table and asked to see the splinter which was now under a band aid. I removed the band aid and she said my that does appear to be a big one, but we can use some tweezers to get it out. She told my grandmother that she would need to get the preliminaries out of the way and then Dr. Matthews would be in to get the splinter out. Now by this time, I was on oral temps at home. I had been still getting rectal temps at Dr. Matthews office, but surely there would not be one this time. I mean I was not here for any thing that would required a temperature taking and if they still wanted one it would be oral, because they would tell me that Dr. Matthews wanted me to still have rectal temps for it was more accurate. A splinter did not require an accurate temp. The nurse asked me to strip to my underwear and head to the scale. This was a little bit of a red flag as I thought it was weird to get my weight for a splinter. I as always complied and was lead to the scale clad only in my underwear. I was weighed and told to return to the exam table. I hopped up and soon the nurse arrived with a blood pressure cuff and a metal tray covered with a white towel. The nurse applied the cuff and proceeded to take my blood pressure. She placed the cuff back next to the tray and returned to get my pulse. Now she returned to the tray and removed the white towel. On the tray was a stubby bulb thermometer with a red tip and a tube that looked like it should have toothpaste in it. I knew however that it did not contain toothpaste. I could not believe it as the nurse shook down the thermometer and the squeezed the contents of the tube over the top half of the thermometer. She then turned to me and said “okay John I need your underwear down and you on your tummy.” I asked her why she couldn’t take my temperature in my mouth. She replied “Dr. Matthews has it in your chart that for accuracy he needs all your temperatures taken in your hiney for now. So come on now and take your underwear down and turn over.” I was filled with shame as I hooked my fingers in my underpants and slid them to my ankles. I then turned over and presented my bare hiney to the nurse. She wasted no time in approaching my hiney and sliding two fingers in my crack and spreading it open. Ten years old not here because of being sick or even a checkup and still the nurse is staring down my hiney hole. Then the shame is magnified, I feel the thermometer penetrate my hiney hole and slide up inside my hiney. I also feel the lubricant squish around in my crack. The nurse now let’s me crack swallow the thermometer and she pats my hiney and says ”see not so bad is it.” I want to scream no, but my humiliation has taken over and all I can mutter is “um hmm.” I lay there for 5 minutes the nurse keeps her hand on my hiney the whole time. While I am still laying there with my hiney on full display and the red end of the thermometer poking out of my crack the door opens and Dr.Matthews enters with a second nurse. I am thinking great how many people are coming to look at my bare hiney on display. The original nurse says just another couple of minutes and he’ll be ready. Dr. Matthews and the new nurse place another covered metal tray down on the desk by my head. The new nurse removes the cover from the tray and I notice a metal dish filled with alcohol and two cotton balls. Then I see two syringes, one has a small needle and the other a much longer needle. While I am pondering what they are for, Dr. Matthews has made his way down to the foot of the table. He grabs my underpants at my ankles and slides them off. I am stunned as now I am completely naked and I begin to wiggle. That earns me a “now hold still until I remove the thermometer from hiney.” A few seconds later I feel two fingers in my crack spreading it apart. Now with Dr. Matthews and 2 nurses staring at a thermometer poking out of my hiney hole. It is gripped and pulled out of my hiney.
Dr. Matthews asks me to turn over on my back. I really don’t want to but I know better than to fight. I roll over and now my 2 inch erect penis is on display. Dr. Matthews feels the need to add to my humiliation, “Looks like someone likes getting their temp taken rectally.” Now I am laying on the table completely naked and the new nurse comes over with a cotton ball and starts rubbing alcohol on my knee around the splinter. Next she returns with the syringe with the small needle and she injects it into my knee. It only hurts for a second and I also begin to feel my penis return to its one inch flaccid state. Dr. Matthews returns with a tool that looks like needle nose pliers. He grips the splinter and pulls it out and I feel nothing. I start to sit up and the original nurse pushes me back down. “Not yet we need you to turn back on your tummy.” I am guided by the original nurse at my shoulders and the new nurse at my waist on to my tummy. I now see Dr. Matthews walking back from the metal tray, then I feel the original nurse pin my wrists above my head and the new nurse pin my ankles to the table. Dr. Matthews is now standing at my hiney and I feel alcohol being wiped on right cheek. I begin to cry as I remember the second syringe with the long needle. I realize the long needle is about to be injected into my hiney. I can barely hear through my crying Dr. Matthews say “calm down I need to give you this tetanus shot in your hiney.” I then scream as the needle plunges into my right cheek.” Joey is not going to be the only one in the neighborhood with a sore hiney tonight.