Rectal temperatures were always standard practice on me when growing up. Mom, my older sisters, the nurses at the clinic, and several neighbor lady friends of moms all took my temperature rectally. It was always taken this way, so I didn't know of any other methods until I was much older. For me, it did not seem embarrassing, nor did I feel like a baby when it was being taken this way. Mom and my older sisters always took it rectally, so for me, it was the right way and only way to take my temperature. Growing up, I had overheard kids at school talking about it. Some said their temperature was taken in their bottoms. But I can remember there were times where I overheard some saying their temperature was taken their mouth, or under their arm. I would always listen to everyone's response but was never asked about where my temperature was taken. I asked mom about this, and she said that she always took my temperature rectally ever since I was a little baby. She had told this to the clinic where we went to for our physical and sickness checkups. Mom had asked the clinic to continue taking my temperature rectally. She had written a note requesting this. The clinic nurses always took rectal temperatures, saying that it was the most accurate, and the preferred method. I think every nurse at the clinic had taken my rectal temperature numerous times for the years that mom took me there for physicals exams or sickness checkups.
Mom said she taught my older sisters how to take each other's temperature. She had given them several rectal thermometers that offered to her by the nurses at the clinic as a result of an overage inventory order. She said they could practice taking their own temperatures privately, and later take each other's temperature as a group. At the beginning, mom would be there to discuss and watch my sister's procedures. Once she was satisfied with their progress, she let them practice on their own as a group. I remember walking by their rooms and hearing talking and giggling sounds. I didn't know what they were doing inside their rooms, and my sisters never mentioned it afterwards. I always remember hearing their voices in a different sister's room when I walked down the hallway. As time passed, I would be told some more surprising news. Mom then told me that she also taught my older sisters how to take my temperature. She wanted them to have this experience for when they had children. Mom later told me that she had asked me when I was younger if each sister could take my temperature. She told me I said that I didn't mind. Mom had created a notebook for all my temperature checks. She showed each sister the notebook and told them to create their own notebook. Mom and my sisters first began taking my temperature in my bedroom. But since I had the smallest room, it became crowded for my mom and my older sisters to move around. I also have one sister that is left-handed, so she was always sat on the opposite side of my bed. Plus, my room was used as an overflow storage area for extra house furniture.
During one of my temperature checks in my room by one of my older sisters, while the other sisters were watching her procedure, there was a knock on the door. I then heard mom's voice, as I turned my head from looking out the windows towards the door on the opposite side of the room. My oldest sister went over to open the door. The older sister that was taking my temperature had just slid the lubricated rectal thermometer in my bottom hole, removed her fingers from spreading my bottomcheeks apart, and laid her hand on my lower back. When my oldest sister opened the door, mom stepped into the room. She was holding a tray with a metal pitcher. There was also a round metal container, a small cardboard box, a large container of Vaseline, and a box of tissues on it as well. Mom walked over to the dresser and placed the tray on it. She turned around and said that she had just returned from town and stopped by the clinic. She continued saying that Nurse Rachel had called earlier, and said the clinic received an overage of thermometers in an order. She told mom that she was giving them out to the new customers that mom had recommended to them. She also said that she saved mom a box of glass rectal thermometers with the silver pear-shaped bulb, and red triangle tip. She knew that it was the type that the mom always used, and the type of thermometer the clinic always used on their patients. Mom then held up the box and showed it to my sisters. She said there were 10 thermometers in the box. She said Nurse Rachel said she would let me know if there were more after the clinic's final inventory check was done. Mom then sat down in a chair by the wall. She said, she thought that she would bring the metal pitcher with icewater, the new thermometers, a new jar of Vaseline, and a large box of tissues for your training session. She said they could pour the water in the metal container to keep the thermometers cold until they were ready to use. My sisters all looked at each other, and said that was a great idea. They said they would be sure to add that to their noteebooks for future reference.
Mom also had her shoulderbag. I then see her reach into it and pull out her notebook. She opens it and begins writing on one of the pages. She then looks over at me and sees my sister twirling the thermometer in my bottomhole, and then lays her other hand on my bottomcheeks area. Mom tells me to lay still like a good little boy for your sister while she checks your temperature. I nod my head. I then feel my sister twirling the thermometer in my bottomhole again. At this time, mom said that she has an idea about something that would help my sisters. All my sisters ask what kind of idea. Mom says it will be a surprise for everyone, and something each of you will enjoy. All my sisters yell out in happiness. The sisters that are observing my temperature taking session all clap, while the sister taking my temperature continues yelling “yay" “yay” “yay” “yay” “yay” "yay.” I can feel her twirling the thermometer with each yell. Mom continues writing in her notebook. She then closes the notebook, puts it in her shoulderbag, and stands up. She says that everything looks good here, and soon things will be better. I promise. She then tells my sisters to continue alternating turns taking my temperature. She said for them to also use the new thermometers on the tray. She says if you don't need the Vaseline, just put it in the bathroom on top of the medicine cabinet. She said that she had put a label on it stating: "Rectal Temperatures Only Timmy's Room." She said she will change the label later. Mom then left the room and closed the door behind her. All my sisters began chatting about what mom had said. Each of them had a happy giggle during the discussion. Everyone was curious on what the new surprise would be. Little did we know that mom had an idea for the extra upstairs room in the house. We knew her and dad had talked about using it for a storageroom for the extra house furniture. All of us had no idea of the future plans that mom was imagining. Later that day when dad arrived back home, mom had asked him to make a padded-top table. She mainly needed him to build the framework and tabletop. She said she would get materials for the paddedtop mattress. Mom had given dad a drawing of what she had thought of and wanted. But told him, she would get some pictures and size dimensions to use as a reference. She got the measurements from the clinic when she took me there for a sickness checkup.
During that visit, mom was in the examination room with me as she was during all my clinic examinations. On this day, she was sitting in the chair by the wall. Earlier after we had entered the room, she helped me undress to my underwear, folded my clothes and laid them on the other chair, with my shoes on the floor underneath. She also had watched as Nurse Kate checked my height, weight, and blood pressure. Now she was watching me laying on my tummy, with my arms at my side on the examination table. She watched as Nurse Kate had previously lowered my underwear to my knees. At this time mom was watching Nurse Kate taking my temperature while holding the rectal thermometer with the silver pear-shaped bulb in my bottomhole. Her other gloved hand was laying across my lowerback to keep me from moving. Time seemed to stand still, as I laid on the examination table, feeling Nurse Kate twirling the thermometer inside me. At the clinic all the nurses always did this for my temperature checks, so it was a process I was accustomed to having done. While laying still, I would look at the animal's posters on the wall, then toward Nurse Kate's white nurse's outfit close to my face, and then over at mom sitting in the chair. Several times when I looked over at mom, I would see her watching Nurse Kate taking my temperature. She would also be watching Nurse Kate twirling the thermometer in my bottomhole. At this time Nurse Kate said let's check the thermometer and see what your temperature is. I then feel her hand move from my lower back to my bottom cheeks. She slides two fingers between them and spreads them apart. I could feel her twirling the rectal thermometer as the pear-shaped bulb slides out of my bottom hole. She removes her fingers as my bottom cheeks close together. Nurse Kate tells me to lay still and not move as she walks over to put the thermometer in a pan in the sink. She then takes some tissues from a box on the countertop area and walks back to the side of the examination table. I watch her, but continue laying still on my tummy, with my arms at my side and glancing at the paintings of the animals on the wall. Nurse Kate's warm hand is now laying across my bottom cheeks. I feel her fingers slide between and spread them apart as she cleans the remains of the ointment from around my bottom hole. While finishing up, she slowly slides her fingers from my bottom cheeks as they close together. She then tells me she is finished with the temperature check, and that I can slide my underwear back up and sit on the edge of the examination table. She tosses the tissues in the trashcan, then removing her gloves, and tosses them into the trashcan as well. She then washes and dries her hands, then proceeds to write information on the clipboard. She mentions to mom that my rectal temperature is a little elevated than previous visits. She tells mom that she would let Doctor Julie know all the exam vitals were taken, and then both of them would return to finish my examination. She said that Doctor Julie may request another rectal temperature check to be done. She then looked over at me, and said that if it was required, then she would need me to lay on my tummy on the examination table with my arms at my side like a good little boy. I nodded my head to her. Nurse Kate then smiled as she left the room and closed the door.
When the Nurse Kate left the room, mom quickly jumped up and took measurements of the examination table with dad's measuring tape that she had in her shoulderbag. At this time, I was moving around on examination tables padded mattress, as the white crinkly paper was sticking to me. I was pushing it back onto the pad while trying to slide my underwear back up on my waist. Mom stepped over to help me to get my underwear adjusted. She then told me to carefully climb off the table using the steps at the end. She said she wanted to take some pictures of the examination table. When she had finished taking the pictures, I climbed back onto the examination table, using the steps at the end. The white paper on the padded mattress crinkled as I crawled back to the opposite end and sit on the edge like Nurse Kate told me to do. Mom said that I was a good little boy while laying still on the examination table for Nurse Kate while she took my temperature in my bottomhole. She said she would tell my sisters of the procedures that Nurse Kate used for my temperature check and other vital readings.
As for the table, dad cut and bolted together a strong and sturdy one using the measurements and pictures mom gave him. He designed it a little longer and wider than the clinic's examination tables. But it was the same height of the examination table mom had measured that day. It was too big and heavy to carry, so he put it together in the room mom told him to use. For the tables top padding, mom made it with material from the sewing material store. It was a blue colored material that was smooth, and waterproof. She bought thick sturdy foam for the inner liner. I didn't know mom's idea about a designing an examination table, until I actually saw it with all my sisters a couple of days later. When I did see it, I was as surprised as my sisters were. No one but mom and dad knew about it until the big unwrapping event. All my sisters hugged each other as they ran up to touch it. All of them knelt down to hug me too. I watched as they practiced like they were simulating taking my temperature on the table. It was different for them, since now they were standing beside the table, instead of sitting on the edge of my bed. Mom called out that there was more. She said everyone go in the room across the hall and take a look. When my sisters opened the door across the hall, they were again surprised. Mom had bought a large floor cabinet with doors, a white metal table, and wall shelves for the room. She said these would be used for extra supplies which were in the bags in the corner. She had bought chairs to add, so each sister, and mom's neighbor lady friends that took my temperature when they were babysitting me could sit, watch, and offer advice to the other sisters when my temperature checks were done. Everyone helped setup the room with the table in it and aligning the chairs. Dad used his construction dolly to move the large floor cabinet and metal table across the hall. He put both of them on against the wall behind the exam table.
Meanwhile each sister grabbed a bag of supplies and took it to fill up the shelves of the large floor cabinet. Dad said he would hang the wall shelves tomorrow. He needed to get the right hardware first. When all the items in the room, each sister again hugged each other, as they danced in a circle in the room. They were yelling a chant, but I didn't understand it. They eventually stopped, and all of them turned towards me. They all knelt down on their knees and asked if they could take turns practicing taking my temperature on the new table. They all looked over to mom, and mom looked at me, saying it was up to me on that decision. Each sister was begging, as they said they would give me candy and ice cream if I said yes. The offer was too easy to choose from, so I agreed. (Secretly I would have said yes to my sisters anyway.) Each sister yelled happily and hugged each other as they danced more in the room. They all gave me a big hug. Mom told me she was happy that I willing to let my sisters practice taking my temperature on the new exam table, as she knelt down to give me a hug. Mom then told me to go to my room and undress to my underwear. I hugged mom, and turned to walk to the door, then down the hall to my room and undress to my underwear like mom told me to.
Another surprise was added to the room after I left to go to my room and undress to my underwear. Mom had bought nurse's outfits for each of my sister's. She had taken the measurements from clothes they had left in their rooms down the hall. Each sister had several choices of outfits. There were the several multi and solid-colored nurse's scrubs to choose from. Mom had even found a white nurse's outfit with the white hat and white shoes. Each sister took turns trying on each outfit, until finding the one that looked best on them. When I was done undressing to my underwear in my room, I went back to the exam room. I saw the door was closed but heard talking inside the room. I knocked several times. I heard one of my sisters answer one moment please. So, I stood there in the hallway waiting in my underwear. Right at that moment, mom then came down the other end of the hallway holding a tray. I looked and saw it had several thermometers in their cases, standing up in a metal container. She also had a pitcher of water with many icecubes in it. I asked her what the pitcher of water and icecubes was for. She told me this was to keep the thermometers cold. Mom had brought a mini refrigerator for the room, but it would not arrive until tomorrow. She thought of using cold water and ice cubes as an alternate method for now. Mom then walked over to the cabinet at the end of the hall and set the tray with the thermometers, metal container, and pitcher of cold-water and icecubes on top of it. She then returned to the door and knocked, saying she was back. Then the door was opened from the inside. Mom walked back over to the cabinet and returned to the door. She told me to go into the room with my sisters as she followed me in. Once in the room, I see all my sister's dressed in nurse's outfits. Each one was a different color. They loved the solid and multi-colored nurse outfit scrubs, but all of them wanted to wear the white nurse's outfit with white hat and white shoes. When they looked at themselves in the mirror on the back of the door, they said they looked like the nurses at the clinic. Mom noted this and wrote it in her notebook for later shopping. Her first thought was she thought my sisters would be fighting over the different colors and options of the nurse's scrubs outfits. She said she would be sure to go and get a white nurse's outfit, white hat, and white shoes for each of my sisters.
At this time mom said there was another surprise item to add to the exam room. My sister's said they had brought everything from the other room. Mom then said that the item was already in the room. Everyone looked around the room, but we didn't see anything other than the items that were brought in before. Mom then set the tray with the thermometers, and pitcher of water on the metal table against the wall behind the new exam table. Each sister was smiling when they saw the thermometers standing in their cases in the metal container. I can imagine each was thinking soon they would be holding one of the thermometers in my bottomhole while their other hand was laying on my lower back or on my bottomcheeks area. They would be looking down at me laying on the table tummy down, my underwear at my knees, my arms at my side on the padded-top mattress, while the other sisters and mom watched from their chairs. At this time, mom went over to the rooms closet and opened the door. She then reached inside and brought out a roll of white paper. It was as wide as the padded-top table that dad had built. Mom picked it up and attached to the connectors at the raised end of the padded-top mattress. She then unrolled the paper until it covered the full length of the padded-top mattress. She then slid the end of the roll under a strap area of fabric that she had attached when making the padded-top mattress. This helped smooth the white paper. I was surprised, because this new addition made the table look like the examination tables at the clinic. Each sister clapped as they watched mom add the white paper roll and secure it. Mom then said everything is all set, let's begin the group practice and training procedure session. The oldest sister walked over to the table and was standing behind the exam table. She was wearing the white nurse's outfit with the white hat and white shoes. While wearing the white nurse's outfit, she looked like several of the nurses at the clinic that still wore the white skirt, hat, and shoes. To see who would get to wear the white nurse's outfit, all of my sisters had previously played a game in the room to pick a winner, so it was fair for everyone. My oldest sister won the game. The other sisters then had a choice to wear one of the other solid or multicolored nurse's scrubs outfits. All of this happened while I was in my room undressing to my underwear. Mom then told me to go and stand at the front by the new examination table and wait for my oldest sister's directions.
The oldest sister that won the game and was already wearing the white nurse's outfit with white hat and white shoes was the first to take my temperature on the new examination table. Earlier, mom brought each of my sister's notebook into the room while everyone was bringing all the items and supplies from the room across the hall. She handed them out to my other sisters as they took a seat in the new chairs. At this time my oldest sister asked me to climb up on the exam table using the steps at the end. I shook my head yes as I turned around and put my foot on the lower step, grabbed the handrails dad had added, climbed up another step, and pulled myself up onto the padded-top mattress. I could feel the firmness of the mattresspad as I sat at the end of the table. My oldest sister then says okay, now you can crawl towards the opposite end of the exam table. She watches me as I slowly crawl on my knees along the mattresspad and hearing the crinkling of the white paper as I moved along. As I crawl atop the padded-top mattress, I'm unsure how far I am supposed to go. I then stop and look up at my oldest sister for guidance. She said that a little further, and I would be at a good position. Once there, she then asks me to lay down on my tummy like I do for her and my other sisters when I am on my bed. On hearing this, I lower myself onto my tummy and put my arms at my side. I then turn my head to see my other sisters and mom sitting in their chairs watching me. They are busily taking notes in their notebook and whispering to each other about what is going on. I then turn my head the other way and see the white nurse's outfit my oldest sister is wearing. I immediately think that this was the view I always see when Nurse Kate and all the other nurses at the clinic took my temperature when I am laying tummy down with my arms at my side on their examination table.
At this time the doorbell chimed. Everyone looked around surprised and wondered who it was at the front door. Mom then said she would go and see who it was as she stands up and leaves the room. From here, my oldest sister stops from proceeding to the next step, which would have been the process of lowering my underwear to my knees. However, she was not standing idle while waiting on mom to return. I watch as she performs a little extra preparation work in advance. She turns towards the tray sitting on top of the metal table. She then picks up and removes several of the glass thermometers from their plastic cases. She places these thermometers in the metal container. As she does this, I can see the silver pear-shaped bulb on the business end of the glass rectal thermometers. She then pours the pitcher of cold-water with the icecubes into the metal container. As she does this, I can see the red triangle on the end of all the rectal thermometers. She then opens the doors of the large floor cabinet, reaches in and brings out a large jar of Vaseline and places it on the metal table beside the metal container holding the glass thermometers. While watching her movements. My oldest sister sees me watching her. She then tells me to lay still for her and not move. She said that I know that her and my sisters are caring and gentle when we take your temperature. She said mom has watched each of them when they took my temperature on my bed, and said she was proud of our procedures. She said mom will be back soon, and then she can continue with this learning and training session to taking my temperature. I turned my head back around to see my other sisters sitting in the chairs watching me.
By this time, mom returned back to the room, but was followed in by three of her lady friend's neighbors. She said earlier she that she had made several calls to her neighbor lady friends while she was readily preparing the tray with the thermometers and the pitcher of water with the icecubes. She said three of the calls went to answering machines. But the other three calls were answered. While mom was talking with them on the phone, she told them about the new room and the new exam table that dad had built for her. All of them were excited and wanted to see the exam table and the new room. As mom and her neighbor lady friend's Katherine, Debra, and Cindy walked into the room they greeted my sisters sitting in the chairs. They complimented each of them on their colorful nurse's scrub outfits. They then looked around and saw my oldest sister wearing the white nurse's outfit waving to them while she was standing behind the new exam table. They also waved as they saw me laying tummy down, with my arms at my side on the padded-top mattress with the white paper on it. Everyone said that the room looked great, and better than mom had previously told them about it. They liked the design of the new exam table. Katherine complimented on the mattresspad and white paper saying that it looked like the examination tables at the clinic where she took her children. Debra said the large floor cabinet addition was a great idea for storing extra items and supplies. She also liked the metal table, saying it will be a helpful place for placing items and supplies quick access near the exam table. Cindy said that she liked how the chairs were set facing the exam table, and how it looked like a medical setting, and a great learning location. She liked the brightness of the room. She then pointed at the animal posters hanging on the wall, and said that those were perfect, and were similar to the ones on the walls at the clinic. Everyone was busily chatting and complimenting mom on her new exam room idea. Mom then said, lets everyone take a seat, and we will continue with the learning and training session. Mom then handed Katherine, Debra, and Cindy a pen and notebook as they moved to find a chair to sit on. Upon seeing that everyone was settled in their chairs, mom then looked at my oldest sister standing behind the exam table and asked her to continue with the procedure. My oldest sister then said that she wanted to go back to the beginning again. She said this because she wanted mom's neighbor lady friends Katherine, Debra, and Cindy to watch the full procedure from the first steps. My other sisters agreed and said that would be good. That way everyone would be able to see the complete procedure from beginning to the end. Mom said, then it's settled. She then says for my oldest sister to start over from the beginning before the doorbell chimed. My oldest sister then told me to raise up from my tummy, as she helped me up and onto my knees. She then helped me turn around, and crawl back to the steps area at the end of the exam table. I continued holding her hand until I reached out and grabbed the handrails. I then turned around and used the steps to climb down to the floor. I then walk around the table and stand at the front of the exam table where I was before.
Again, I am standing next the exam table. My oldest sister tells me to climb up on the exam table, lay on my tummy, with my head at the raised end of the padded-top mattress, and keep my arms at my side. She said she will help me to get into the right position. I turn around and step up on the steps at the end of the table, I reach out and grab the handrail, pulling myself up. I step up again and pull myself up onto the padded-top mattress. I then crawl on the padded-top mattress along the white paper, hearing the crinkling sound as I move along. I then look up at my sister as she helps me get into the right position. She nods okay, saying this is good, and asks me to lay down on my tummy. I then stop and lower myself down on my tummy, with my arms at my side. I turned my head to see my other sisters, mom, and her neighbor friend ladies Katherine, Debra, and Cindy watching me. Each was writing in their notebook and whispering to each other about what they were seeing. I turned my head the other way and see the white nurse's outfit my oldest sister is wearing. My oldest sister tells me to lay still for her and don't move. I then feel her fingers at the waistband of my underwear. I hear my sister ask me to raise my hips up some. As I arch my hips up for her, I feel my underwear being slid down off my bottom and lowered to my knees. I feel the coolness of the room sweeps across my bottomcheeks, and against the front of my legs touching the white crinkly paper. My sister then says the elastic band on the underwear is worn-out. She says she will remove them completely, so they will not be a discomfort for me during the temperature check. My sister then tells me to lay backdown on my tummy on the mattress pad. I then feel her raise my lower legs and slide my underwear to my feet and off. She folds them and lays them on the metal table out of the way. She tells me to lay still for her as she reaches for the large jar of Vaseline. She opens the jar and sets it aside. She then sets some tissues to be used later beside the jar. I watch as she takes a thermometer from the metal container with the ice-cold water. She then dips the silver pear-shaped bulb into the Vaseline jar. I watch as she removes the thermometer and see it has a blob of Vaseline on it. She takes some tissues and lubricates the glass shaft of the thermometer from this blob of Vaseline. She then dips the thermometers pear-shaped bulb into the Vaseline jar again. As she raises it up, I see there is a blob of Vaseline on the silver pear-shaped bulb again. She then tosses the tissues in the trashcan. She then turns back toward me laying on the exam table. She says for me to lay still, and to keep my arms at my side. She says that she has taken my temperature like this many times before. She says that you know I am gentle and will not hurt you. She tells me to look at the animals on the posters that she and my other sisters hung on the wall earlier. As turn my head to look at the animal posters, I feel my oldest sister's warm hand laying across my bottomcheeks. Gently her fingers slide between my bottomcheeks and spread them apart. I feel the coolness of the room again across my bottomcheeks area. I know now my oldest sister is looking at my bottomhole. She and my other sisters always paused at this time while holding the thermometer. I then feel the thermometer touching my bottomhole with the cold blob of Vaseline on the silver pear-shaped bulb. My sister tells me to relax, as I feel her touching the thermometer the outside of my bottomhole as she lets the Vaseline help lubricate my outer bottomhole opening. Then, there is a pause. Almost a silence. As I continue laying still, I then the feel a slight pressure, as the thermometers silver pear-shaped bulb is slid into my bottomhole. Gently twirling as my oldest sister slowly slides the thermometers glass shaft into me. I can feel the coldness of the thermometer because it was in the ice-cold water in the metal container. When my sister has guided at least half of the glass thermometer inside my bottomhole she stops. She then slowly slides her fingers from spreading my bottomcheeks apart as they close together around the thermometer. The five minutes for my temperature reading has begun.
While continuing to hold the rectal thermometer inside my bottomhole, I then feel my oldest sister place her hand on my lower back as she gently twirls the thermometer in my bottomhole. She does this several times during the procedure. She and my other sisters learned different hand placements on my back from mom and the nurses at the clinic as a safety step to keep me from moving around. They each alternated moving their hand on my lower back to my bottomcheeks area or rub a hand up and down on my back to keep me calm. Sandra, who was another one of mom's neighbor lady friends did this when she took my temperature while I was laying across her lap at their house. She told mom that she did this with her son, and other children that she did babysitting for. I remember her doing this while watching her take her son Billy's temperature in his bottomhole. (It was the first time I had seen someone else having their temperature taken in their bottomhole while laying across someone's lap. I thought she was going to take my temperature while I was laying on my tummy on the floor, but she took it like Billy's, while I was laying across her lap, while he watched, and played with his toys. It was the first time my temperature was taken while laying across someone's lap.) I then feel my oldest sister twirl the thermometer in my bottomhole. I slowly turned my head again to see my other sisters, mom, and her neighbor lady friends Katherine, Debra, and Cindy watching me laying on the table having my temperature taken by my oldest sister. I know they were watching while my oldest sister was holding the rectal thermometer in my bottom hole, while her other hand was laying on my lower back. I continued looking at each sister, as they would write something in their notebook, then look back at me laying on the exam table. I always wondered what it looked like from their viewpoint. The only mirror in the room was on the back of the door. (It was the one my sisters modeled in front of when they put on the nurse's outfits.) So, from the area where the exam table was positioned, I couldn't see myself laying on the exam table. I thought, maybe I could ask mom about her placing a mirror on the opposite wall at a later time to see what it might look like.
For now, I could only imagine what each sister was thinking at that moment. Maybe they were thinking of new steps, for when they would be standing beside the exam table, wearing the nurse's outfit, holding the thermometer in my bottomhole and taking my temperature. I then feel my oldest sister twirl the thermometer in my bottomhole again. I knew things would be changed around later, since one of my sister's was lefthanded. I would be guessing that maybe I would be laying the opposite way from how I am laying now. Or that the exam table could be moved around, since dad had installed wheels on it. There were many possibilities to choose from. I knew that would be figured out when the time arrived. My little mind wondered as I continued to watch my other sisters as they whispered between themselves, with mom and with her neighbor lady friends Katherine, Debra, and Cindy. My sisters would say that I was being a good little boy, and to continue laying still until the temperature check was done. Again, I turned my head the opposite way and saw the white nurse's outfit my oldest sister was wearing. It was closer to my face than before. I then feel my oldest sister twirl the thermometer in my bottomhole again. At this time, I looked back over my shoulder at my oldest sister. I would see her face, as she was looking down at the thermometer that she was holding in my bottomhole. Again, I would again feel her twirl the thermometer in my bottomhole. At this time, she slightly turned her head and saw me looking her and she smiled at me. She would then say, lay still for me until the temperature check is done. Only a few more minutes. Be a good little boy for me and turn your head back around and look at the animal posters on the wall. Again, obeying her, I turn my head the opposite way to look at the animal posters that were hanging on the side wall. Then, I would feel her hand move from my lower back. She then lays it across my bottomcheeks, as she gently twirls the thermometer again in my bottomhole. The clock on the wall slowly ticks away. The five minutes time for this temperature check is almost here.
I hear my oldest sister say okay let's check the thermometer and see what your temperature reading is. I then feel her hand on my bottomcheeks. Her fingers slide between them and spread them apart. She gently slides the thermometer out of my bottomhole, gently twirling as I feel the silver pear-shaped bulb slide out of my bottomhole. My oldest sister tells me to lay still so she can clean me up. She turns and reaches for a tissue she had placed out earlier. She reads the temperature reading to my other sisters, mom, and mom's neighbor lady friends Katherine, Debra, and Cindy. She then lays the thermometer on the tissues, and grabs several from the opened box. She then places a hand on my bottomcheeks, slides her fingers between them spreading them apart, and cleans the excess ointment from my bottomhole area. She then slides her fingers from my bottomcheeks as they close together. She tells me I was a good little boy for the temperature check, as she tosses the tissues in the trashcan. She tells me I can get up from the exam table. I move my hands under me as I push up from the table. My oldest sister helps me to turn around and slide back to the steps, climb down while holding the handrails, and then stand on the floor beside the exam table. Mom asks me if I wanted her to go get me another pair of underwear. I said I was okay not wearing any while I was having my temperature check done. Mom asked my oldest sister to get a towel from the bottom shelf of the large floor cabinet and wrap it around me for the moment. At this time, one of my other older sisters asked if I could also put on the worn-out pair of underwear, so when it was her turn to take my temperature, she could practice removing them completely like she saw her older sister do on me earlier. I looked at mom, and mom said it was up to me if I wanted to do it like that. I said I didn't mind, and it was okay. My older sister thanked me, as she came up to the table to give me a hug. Everyone in the room agreed, and said it was a good learning point to be added to the notebooks. For me, I really didn't mind if my underwear were on or off. For nearly every temperature check my underwear was lowered to my knees. There were several times, when it was discovered that the elastic waistband was too worn, and my underwear were completely removed.
After everyone had the room had discussed and agreed on my oldest sister's temperature taking procedure, each of my other older sisters took their turn taking my temperature that day. All of mom's neighbor lady friends Katherine, Debra, and Cindy were given the opportunity to take my temperature as well, which they readily accepted. They also asked to wear the white nurse's outfit, white hat, and white shoes uniform ensemble. Each of them loved it, as they looked at themselves in the mirror. They also tried on the solid and multi-colored nurses scrub outfits. Each loved the nice colors of the outfits. Mom said she bought them at the uniform store. Everyone that morning took my temperature several times while I was laying on the exam table on my tummy, with my arms at my side. All my sister's practiced several times with me wearing underwear, not wearing underwear, or each taking the opportunity to completely remove my underwear while I was laying on the exam table, like my oldest sister did at the beginning of the day's procedures. Mom's neighbor lady friends Katherine, Debra, and Cindy thanked mom for inviting them over and showing them the exam room. They all left later that morning to go home and take care of their family. All my sisters said they wanted to continue learning more about the medical procedures. Mom brought out all the medical books she had. She also showed my sister's the Dr. Spock baby book. She flipped through the tabbed pages to the section on taking temperatures. Each sister showed mom that the baby in the picture was laying on someone's lap and wearing no underwear. Mom said the baby had probably been wearing a diaper, and it was removed for easier access of the baby's bottom for the temperature check. Each sister agreed as they continued reading from the book. One of my sisters then asked if they could take my temperature while I was wearing a diaper. She said they could put it on me while I was standing beside the table. Then when I was already laying tummy down with my arms at my side, the side tabs unfastened to expose my bare bottom area. Then backside of the diaper folded back and laid on the table between my legs. One sister said it would be a new step to practice. She also said another idea, is to completely remove the diaper before I laid on my tummy with my arms at my side. My other sister said she would try the diaper removal procedure but would remove the diaper before I climbed up onto the padded top mattress. She said that way there would be less to remove, and I could lay on my tummy down, with my arms at my side, once I was positioned at the right area of the padded mattress. Mom said they were welcome to practice whichever ways were easier for them. But to be open to trying new methods, so they can use them for my temperature checks, and for the temperature checks that they will do on their own children. Each of them agreed with mom as they continued looking at the pages of Mom's Dr. Spock book. They said there was so much useful information in it that they could use. All my sisters took turns taking my temperature for the rest of the late morning until the early afternoon.
Later, when it was time to eat, mom made lunch for everyone. The room was full of everyone chattering. I ate my sandwich and listened. The exam room was the main topic of discussion. Each sister had plenty of items to talk about, and mom always offered suggestions to help with any questionable items. By this time, mom all my sisters and me went back upstairs to the new exam table room. Each sister wanted to continue showing their temperature taking procedures for the other sisters and mom. Mom said she had to run some errands, but that everyone could continue the temperature taking procedures while she was away. At this time, the phone rang. Two of mom's neighbor lady friends Katherine and Debra called and asked if they could come back over to our house to watch, and maybe take my temperature again in the exam room. They also asked if they could bring their daughter's. Mom asked my sister's and me if it was okay if her neighbor lady friends and their daughters came over, and we all said yes. They then asked if it was okay if their daughters could practice taking my temperature on the new exam table. When mom heard this, she looked over at me asked me the same question. She said the answer is up to me. I said it was okay, since they were learning something new, and that they could use the practice times. It would help them when they had their own children and needed to take their temperature. Besides, they were females. My temperature had always been taken by females. So, it didn't bother me at all. I thought of it like it would be like one of my sisters taking my temperature, but only being younger. Upon hearing this, all my sisters smiled, and came over to hug me, and say thank you. Mom after hearing this, then told her neighbor lady friends Katherine and Debra that it was okay to bring their daughters, and that Timmy didn't mind if their daughters practiced taking his temperature on the new exam table. After hanging up the phone, mom came over to hug me, and said thank you. She then went back to the kitchen to get more cold water and icecubes to put in the metal containers, since the previous ice had melted, and the water was not cold anymore. She poured the remaining water in the bathroom tub. She said it will be much easier when the refrigerator is in the room. It will keep the thermometers cold. They will be easier to get to, and safer to use. She also said that she was getting another box of thermometers from the clinic at the end of the week due to an overorder. The clinic nurse told her these thermometers will all be rectal thermometers, with the silver pear-shaped bulbs, and red triangle tip at the opposite end. They were special ordered by the clinic from a new medical supply company. All my sisters smiled, clapped, and danced around when they heard this.
For my afternoon temperature taking sessions, each sisters wanted to wear the white nurse's outfit, with white hat and shoes again. They also wore the solid and multi-colored nurse's scrub outfits several times. Each of them swapped trying on and modeling the outfits in front of the mirror on the door. They also arranged the items in the large floor cabinet, so it would be easier to grab an item during the temperature process. They set several items on the upper shelves, which could be displayed on the wall shelves when dad attached them to the wall. They decided for a good location of the mini refrigerator near the exam table. They said it might be easier if the mini refrigerator was on top of the metal table, since it was large and metal strength. Mom said she wanted to see what it looked like first sitting on the floor, then decide if it could be placed on the metal table, or a different metal table. Each sister was so happy that mom had surprised them with the examination table, the nurse's outfits, and all the other items within the room They looked forward to wearing the white nurse's outfit ensemble and having the refrigerator added to the room. Mom later had several nametags made for each sister, so they could wear it on their uniforms. Each had my sister's name, and their photo on it. Mom had the store design a red cross, and several other medical emblems on each tag. Mom continually added new items to the room to make it look like the clinic's examination rooms. For her latest addition she had dad design and wire a special lighting system. This was set so a sister or whoever wanted to take my temperature in the room could flip a switch inside the room, and it would light a small redlight in the corner of the living room. Everyone was told about this, and so by seeing that red light illuminating, you would know that the exam room was being used. You could go and observe or be able to show your skills for everyone else that was in the room. Mom told me to always go to the room if I saw the redlight on. As the years passed my temperature was always taken in my bottomhole while I was laying on my tummy, and my arms at my side. All my sisters continued taking my temperature while mom would watch and offer suggestions. All of mom's lady friends would call and ask if they could come over to our house to let their daughters practice taking my temperature. Mom would always welcome them, and say come over, it is a learning area, and will be beneficial for their daughters when they have children. Sometimes the daughter's friends would ask their friends over to our house. Mom said that she wanted to meet the daughter's friends beforehand and ask me if it was okay. Everything was always accepted and agreed ahead of time. For me, I didn't mind who was in the exam room when my temperature check was being done. I also didn't mind who was taking my temperature. But later on, I did ask mom that I only wanted for females to be in the room, and that only females could take my temperature. I told her that I could only remember females ever taking my temperature. It was always her, my sisters, the nurses at the clinic, and mom's lady friends. I told her I don't remember dad taking my temperature. Mom said that she and my sisters were the only people at home that took my temperature. She said that she was the primary caretaker of the family, and that she taught my sisters all the things she knows. I leaned in and hugged her. I said that I loved her and my sisters for taking care of me. Mom hugged me and said that we want you to be a healthy little boy. After this day, all my temperature checks continued like this at home on mom's exam table in our extra room, and also when I went to the clinic for physical exams or sickness checkups.
When I had my first oral temperature check, it was very different. The hated the taste of the silver-bulb of the thermometer (even after the nurse cleaned it in the sink with cold water). I also disliked the pressure the nurse used when putting the slender silver-bulb my under my tongue. It was so different to see the slender silver-bulb tip, and blue tip coloring on the opposite end of the thermometer. (I was always used to seeing the silver pear-shaped bulb and red triangle coloring tip). There were so many questions I wanted to ask the nurse. Of course, I wanted to ask the nurse if she would take my temperature rectally with me laying on the examination table tummy down, underwear lowered to my knees, and my arms at my side. But I had second thoughts on this and let her continue with the oral temperature procedure on me for this checkup visit. The only thing that did happen back there was a shot in my bottomcheeks, one in each cheek. I always had shots in my bottom when younger. Plus, I didn't want my arms to be sore for the rest of the day, so I asked if the nurse would give me the shots in my bottom. She didn't seem to mind. But instead of laying on the examination table, she gave them to me while I was bending over the side of the examination table mattress pad. Well, I can say that she did see my bottom while my underwear was lowered to my knees, but it wasn't for the temperature check.
After the checkup, I stopped by mom's house and tell her what happened at the clinic. Once arriving and going inside, we sat down in the kitchen while drinking some water. I told her of everything that happened at the clinic, and she said it was all normal procedures for my checkup. I told her about the oral temperature check. She smiled and said although different, and a way she disapproves of, it was okay that the nurse took my temperature that way. She said that I seemed confused from it and said she would answer any questions. She then explained to me the other methods for taking a temperature. She said that our household was raised on rectal temperature checks, as were many other families. She said it was not an embarrassing or unnatural procedure. She said that I should not feel immature or childish in anyway about a rectal temperature. She said that I needed to decide if I wanted to continue oral temperatures, or a different method. I told her I wanted to have my temperature taken rectally, like she all my sisters, and her neighbor lady friends she knew took it when I was growing up. She smiled and said she would take my rectal temperatures if I wanted her to. While smiling, and almost in tears I said yes, that would be great. She said she had already talked to my sisters last week, and each of them said they would take my rectal temperature if I wanted them to. She had told them I was going to the clinic for a checkup today. They told her that I would be very surprised when my temperature was taken orally or under the arm instead of rectally. Mom agreed with each of them. By this time, I had tears of joy streaming down my face, as I went over to hug mom. I squeezed her tight and told her thank you again. She looked at me and said that she wanted me to be happy. She said my sisters wanted the same thing. Little did I know of mom's surprise for my sister's and me. She had kept the exam room as it was when she designed it.
Each sister after moving away did marry and have children. The knowledge that mom taught them, and my little offerings as their temperature patient all paid off. All their children had rectal temperatures, and each sister continued mom's training procedures with their children. There were notebooks created for each of their children. Each sister had older girls and younger boys, so it was a mixture of training for their families. Although there were more girls than boys, so it was almost like when I was younger with all my sisters. One sister did go through a divorce. She never did remarry after that. Her ex cheated. Her lawyers were very good and took him to the cleaners. She is one I can always count on if I wanted someone to take my temperature. The other sisters are still available to contact but said that they would need a babysitter. Mom always told each of them, let her know and she would watch all the children. Mom said I could contact her anytime, and she would take my temperature. She told me the “extra room” was still available if needed. Everything was still in there, exam table, floor cabinet, shelves, uniforms, and all the other supplies in the floor cabinet. My sisters had taken some of the uniforms to their house. The white nurse's outfits, with the white hat and shoes were all in the closet. She had unplugged and cleaned the refrigerator. She said it would be no problem to use cold water, icecubes, and a metal container like we used the first day in the exam room. Again, I feel my eyes water, and have reminiscing flashbacks of the many times, I was in that room with mom, all of my sisters, or mom's neighbor lady friends.
As a new training session with my sisters begins, I am standing beside the table, already undressed to my underwear. I am told to climb up on the table, lay on my tummy, keep my arms at my side. I feel their fingers placed at the waistband of my underwear; I am told to raise my hips as they are lowered to below my knees. Watching her walk over and take a rectal thermometer from the refrigerator, shake it down and check the reading. I see the silver pear-shaped bulb and watch as it is coated with a blob of Vaseline. You also see the glass shaft of the thermometer also lubricated. I see the red-tip triangle area at the opposite end. I continue watching as they turn and stand by the table, I hear them say I have taken your temperature like this before, you know I am gentle, so lay still for me, be a good little boy keep your arms at your side and do not move until the temperature check is done. Turn your head and look at the animal posters on the wall. I feel a hand of mom or my sister on my bottom. Two fingers slide between my bottomcheeks, spreading them apart. The coolness of the room. Then the calmness of the waiting. Gently feeling the thermometer touching my bottomhole, as some of the ointment clings to me. Then a slight, gentle pressure as the thermometer slides inside me. Gentle twirling as it is guided into me until half of the glass shaft is inserted. The coldness of the glass rectal thermometers with the pear-shaped bulb begins its reading. Slowly the two-fingers slide from spreading my bottomcheeks apart. As you feel the thermometer twirled, as a hand is placed on my lower back as a preventative to keep me still and from moving around. The five minutes begins. The five minutes continues as the clock's hands tick away. During the temperature check you feel gently twirling of the thermometer. Slight withdrawal, slight reinsertion. Several times you have looked back over your shoulder, and saw mom, or a sister standing there beside the table. You see their face as they are looking at your bottom while holding the thermometer that is inside your bottomhole. Then another twirl of the thermometer in your bottomhole, as you continue laying still. Sometimes you might see them glance at the clock on the opposite wall, or at the other sisters, or mom. Sometimes mom's lady neighbor friends that took my temperature when I was younger would be there. Several times they brought their older daughters to learn the temperature taking procedure for when they had children. Everyone would be sitting on the chairs watching her as the primary and her procedures while she takes your temperature. They may look at you and say that you are being a good little boy. They tell you to continue laying still, keeping arms at your side, and looking at the animal posters on the wall. You also look and see the other sisters, and sometimes mom sitting in the chairs watching, taking notes, about the procedure. (Mom always said to wait until the end of the temperature check for questions, unless it was a safety issue.) At this time, you turn your head the other way and look at the animal posters on the wall like you were told. You feel the thermometer twirled in your bottomhole, as you continue looking at the animal's poster on the wall. The temperature procedure continues.
A continuous process that is not bothersome or annoying. It's just part of the process. Before you know it, the five minutes has arrived. Again, you feel the hand on your bottomcheeks. Two fingers gently sliding between them and spreading them apart. Then the slow removal of the thermometer as it is withdrawn from your bottomhole. Slight twirling and upward motion until you feel the pear-shaped bulb slide from your bottomhole. The two fingers slide up and out from spreading your bottomcheeks apart. They close together. As you are told to continue laying still, you watch as the thermometer is placed aside on some tissues on top of the cabinet. Several tissues from a second box are taken, as you feel a hand on your bottom. Two fingers again slide between your bottomcheeks spreading them apart. Tissues are used to clean the excess ointment from your bottomhole area. The two fingers gently slide away as your bottomcheeks close together. The tissues are tossed into the trashcan. You are told that you are a good little boy and did very good for the temperature check. Your sister says let's get the underwear back up on your waist. She helps you up as you use your arms to raise up and onto your knees. She helps you stand up as your underwear have fallen to your ankles. She gently grabs them with her fingers and helps you slide them back up to your waist. She then says let's climb down off the table using the steps dad built. She helps you turn around, and down the steps to the floor. The temperature check is done for this sister and talked about with mom and the other sisters. Sometimes mom invited the neighbor friends she knew that took my temperature when I was younger. They loved mom's idea of the examination room, and the teaching procedure that mom created. They said they were going to create a notebook for their children's temperature checks. They were going to look at setting up an exam room in their houses as well. Several times they brought their other female relatives, friends, and older daughters to learn the procedure for when they had children. Mom had asked me if I was okay about the neighbor ladies' daughters being there in the room, and if it was okay if they wanted to practice turn taking my temperature. I told mom that it didn't bother me since I grew up as the only boy with older sisters, and each of them had taken my temperature numerous times. I also looked at it as a learning process for mom's neighbor friends and daughters as it was for my sisters. So, for today's sessions, another good rating is given by everyone. At this time, mom or the oldest sister tells me to go to use the bathroom if I need to, wash my hands, and then go get something to drink. She tells me to come back to the exam room so one of my other sisters, or someone else could practice taking my temperature. It was always a learning moment for all my sister's, and a temperature check on me. Several times mom's neighbor lady friends would ask if they could practice taking their children's temperature on the exam table. Mom said the exam room is open for everyone to use. She designed and created it as a learning area for everyone to use. All of mom's neighbor lady friends, their female relatives always thanked mom for the chance to see the exam room creation, and to practice the skills for a healthy family.
Mom continued to add more items to the exam room as time went on. She had taken me to the clinic several times for sickness checkups after her exam room setup at home was officially unveiled. Each time was a mirror image of all my previous visits. I was always getting my rectal temperature taken while laying on my tummy, and my arms at my side. The nurses always held the thermometer inside my bottomhole, while her other hand was on my lower back. She told me to turn my head the other way and look at the animal paintings on the wall. Each nurse at the clinic knew mom's request for my temperatures to be taken rectally. There were several new nurse's that were hired and also briefed on this. Each of them had talked with mom and said they preferred taking temperatures rectally as it was the most accurate procedure. She told the nurse's she had designed an exam room in an extra room at home. All of the nurse's thought it was a great idea, and especially that it would be used as a learning experience for all my sisters. Mom told the nurse's she always had her notebook and camera with her. She used these to document and take pictures of the items that were in the clinic's examination rooms. The nurse's said they didn't mind, and she was welcome to take as many pictures as she needed. They were always giving mom extra medical items that were overordered. Mom had been given a box of new rectal thermometers with the silver pear-shaped bulb and red triangle tip, and also lubricating ointment in the dark blue tube. The nurses said they had been using that instead of Vaseline, as it was much easier for cleanup. Mom always wanted to get one of the weigh-scales units the clinic used, but instead used a weigh-scale like the one in the bathroom. She measured height with ruler design she drew on the wall. The nurses also gave mom a full roll of the white crinkly paper for the top of the exam tables padded-top. It had the same measurements of the roll that mom had previously bought before. Mom always thanked the nurses each time. She had recommended the clinic to all our family relatives and neighbors for their children. She bought them lunches during the day, and always invited them over to our home for outdoor cookouts and family gatherings. During these visits mom always “showed off” the exam room. All the nurses and neighbors were very impressed at the creativity and details that mom had put into the exam room. They always offered new advice for possible updates.
As for the white nurse's outfits all my sisters requested, mom did get more of these. She found them at the uniform store. She bought several white nurse's outfits long dresses with the white hat and white shoes. The first one she initially bought was the long white dress. She also found some white uniforms with the shorter skirts that were midthigh in length. She knew my sisters would love them. She also bought the nurses white pants and white top outfit in that final order. Also, the refrigerator did arrive, although it was later. Mom had recalled the company and they told her about deliveries issues. The company administrator told mom her order would be upgraded at no charge, to a larger unit if she desired. Mom accepted the free upgrade, and the refrigerator arrived two days later. Mom had dad place it on the sidewall where my sister's thought it should be. Afterwards, mom added another table in the room for notebooks, papers, and other items. She found another metal cabinet with clear glass doors and shelves. Mom later decided she wanted to add a countertop area with above it, like the clinic had in their examination rooms. She looked at several stores at the cabinets like you see in kitchens and large bathrooms. She had pictures of the ones at the clinic but couldn't find any in the stores with that specific design. She was on her way home after a day shopping, when she stopped by the clinic to see where their countertops and cabinets were ordered from. She told of how she wanted to add them to the exam room at our house. The receptionist Ms. Kathy called on the back intercom to see if one of the other nurses knew this information. In a few minutes the Nurse Rachel who was the Senior Nurse for the day, and Doctor Julie arrived at the receptionist's area. She told them the about the request that mom had asked about. At that time Doctor Julie said, follow me to one of the examination rooms and let's have a look. Once in one of the rooms, mom said the countertop cabinets are very unique. She said she looked at several stores, and saw similar setups, but she didn't like the styles. Doctor Julie said that there was a shipment of new furniture arriving in about two weeks. She said it were assorted of items, and that new countertop cabinets and overhead cabinets was in that order. She said that the clinic has the option to send back whatever pieces of furniture that they do not want to keep. She continued saying that if mom wanted one of the countertop counters and cabinet assembly, she was welcome to take it, and whatever other pieces of furniture that were being swapped out. Nurse Rachel opened the doors for the cabinets and showed mom how they could be disassembled and put together once they were relocated inside the house. She said that mom and dad would have to pick them up, since the supply company truck will not deliver the items to our house. Mom said she would get dad to be here with his truck on the day that the delivery company arrived to deliver the clinic's new furniture. Nurse Rachel also said that there was also an order the same day with the white paper that the nurse's rolled out on the top of the examination tables. She said she would save mom a roll of it. Mom smiled and thanked Doctor Julie and Nurse Rachel.
As mom was driving home, she was thinking of a new floorplan design for the exam room. After she arrived home, and parked the car, she went inside the house to take another look at the room upstairs. As she passed by the laundry room and walked into the kitchen, she saw two of my sisters. They were getting something to drink from the refrigerator. The other sister was in the exam room upstairs. Mom said let's all go upstairs and take a look at the room; I have something I need to tell all of you. Each sister was curious about what mom was going to tell them. They probably thought that if it had something to do with the new exam room, then it has to be exciting news. As they went through the living room and up the stairs, she told my sisters about her shopping for the countertop cabinets in the stores. She also told them of her recent visit to the clinic earlier today. At this time my other sister had heard mom and my other sisters coming up the stairs. She stepped out of the room as mom and my other sisters reached the top step in the upstairs hallway. Mom saw her and began telling her all the information she had been telling my other sisters. As mom continued, she said that Doctor Julie at the clinic was letting mom have their old countertop cabinets in a swap out for new ones. They could be dissembled and reassembled for easier moving. She was going to let dad know this, so he could be there on the day of the delivery in about two weeks. She also said Nurse Rachel said an order for the white paper for the top mattress pad on the examination table was being delivered the same day. Nurse Rachel said she was setting aside a roll of the white for mom. After hearing this, all my sisters clapped their hands and danced around when they heard all the good news. Mom said she was going to fix some sandwiches and they could all help with the new floorplan design and setup of current and new furniture items. She then went downstairs to get something to drink. She made sandwiches and put them on a plate and a tray. She grabbed 2 bags of chips and some paper plates as she passed by the pantry. She then went back upstairs to the room. After stepping inside the room, she set the tray with the chips and plates on the table. Mom grabbed a plate, a sandwich, her drink, and her notebook. She sat in one of the chairs and began drawing out a new floorplan design with countertop cabinets. All my sisters went over to the table and got a sandwich and paper plate that mom had brought. They opened the chips bags and grabbed their drinks. Each of them then went to sit in the chairs and began to imagine and draw a new floorplan design for the exam room.
Mom continued to add more items to the room as time went on. Her exam room was always a place for learning and showing your skills. Everyone there watching the procedures, and those that performed, always thanked mom for the invitation and opportunity to be there and looked forward to the next time. As for me, I was always given a hug and a thank-you for my little part.