Angie's Painful Penicillin Injections
Angie's Painful Penicillin Injections
This story is based upon true events that I witnessed as a young manin the early-1960's:
Angie, a neighbor of mine and an exceptionally beautiful, leggy,
long-haired brunette in her early-20's, had to visit her doctor's office
because of a bad sore throat. Because Angie was my steady girlfriend at
the time, she had asked me to accompany her for moral support. I was
asked by the doctor to remain in a small waiting room adjoining the
examination room, and the door between the rooms was slightly ajar -
enough ajar so that I could position myself to see and hear quite
clearly almost everything that was going on in
the next room at a close distance, yet without being observed. My
recreation of the events of that doctor's visit as seen through Angie's
eyes and mind is based upon what I actually saw and what she told me
later when we talked about the feelings and thoughts she experienced
during her agonizing ordeal.
Following her examination, which included temperature measurements,
blood tests, and a throat culture, Angie sat on the edge of the exam
table waiting for the doctor to return. After what seemed like an
eternity, he came in and told her that he was sorry to have to report
that she had one of the worst cases of Strep throat that he had ever
seen, and that he was going to have to give her two extremely painful
injections of long-lasting penicillin to make certain that she would not
be at risk for rheumatic fever.
The doctor explained to Angie that, because these were exceptionally
large and irritating injections, they could not safely be given into the
buttocks without undue risk of damage to the sciatic nerve. He explained
that the only muscles large enough to accept these large, deep
injections safely were on the upper outside of the thigh where there
were no critical nerves and arteries. Angie felt her throat tighten with
fear and apprehension when he said, "I know that you will be very brave,
even though large penicillin injections into this part of the thigh are
the most painful ones that we ever have to deliver. They are
considerably more painful than injections into the buttocks, but they
are much safer for the patient. Now, we need to prepare you for the
injections while my nurse draws up the syringes."
The doctor led Angie over to a high, hard-topped, backless stool, and
asked her to hop up on it, raise her green plaid, pleated skirt above
her waist, and place her feet on a platform attached to the front legs
of the stool. Then he adjusted the height of the platform so that
Angie's feet just rested on it when her thighs were pressed to their
utmost fullness by the wooden seat. This stool, he explained, would
raise the muscles of her upper thighs so that the long needles could be
inserted deeply into the muscle without striking the bone, and would
allow a nurse to restrain her tightly from behind so that she could not
inadvertently jerk enough to break off the needle. These preparations
began to cause Angie to panic inwardly. The doctor admonished her to
keep holding her skirt well above the level of her white, cotton panty
bottoms so that he could have a decent view of the injection sites.
Angie glanced at herself in the wall-mirror next to the stool. She could
see her beautiful brown legs extending from beneath her uplifted skirt -
her ample, rounded thighs sagging ever so slightly over the edges of the
small, hard, wooden seat - her lovely, smooth, diamond-shaped calves
complemented so smartly by her white ankle socks and the brown penny
loafers whose heels just reached the stool's foot rest. Looking down at
the top of her left thigh, Angie spied the perfectly round, one and a
half inch diameter scars from her double smallpox vaccination. The upper
scar was about three inches below her panty line, and the lower scar was
a half an inch below the first in the direction of the knee. These
immense scars formed a pair of deep, pearly white, speckled saucers that
glistened in the ceiling lights so that they contrasted in a rather
sensually pleasing way with Angie's soft, plump, brown thighs.
As she gazed at those scars, Angie winced at the memory of how
exceedingly painful they had been to acquire. When she was ten and a
student at the local Catholic parochial grade school, her mother had
decided to take her on a trip to visit her maternal grandparent's home
in South America. Among the many painful inoculations that Angie was
given in preparation for this trip, the doctor had recommended a double
smallpox vaccination. Two sites should be vaccinated, he said, to
improve the chances of at least one 'taking' hold, since the trip had
been planned on very short notice. Angie's mother suggested the upper
leg as the best place for the sites, since that was where her own were.
That way, the scars would ordinarily be hidden from view. The doctor
agreed, but he
remarked that, "The upper thigh area is very hard to keep dry and clean
since it is always covered with heavy clothing, so I hope that you will
be very careful to avoid infections that might affect the healing of
your daughter's vaccination." The doctor had Angie sit on her mother's
lap while he hiked her blue school jumper high above her cotton briefs
and scrubbed her upper left thigh with alcohol. She could still vividly
remember the pungent aroma and the cool sting of the alcohol on her
tender skin. When it was dry, the doctor broke a small glass ampule of
smallpox vaccine and swabbed a pair of circular patches of the vaccine
onto her upper thigh. Then, as Angie's mother held her tightly, he
worked the
still-wet vaccine into the skin with quick, light stabs of a small,
sharp stylus until he had covered the two round patches of vaccine. Even
though the process had not been too painful, Angie whimpered softly out
of fear and apprehension. He let the lesions air-dry. The doctor
emphasized, "You must keep the sores dry. They will scab over once the
vaccine takes hold, and the scabs will fall off when the healing process
is done leaving two small, barely visible scars. By all means, have
Angie keep her hands off the scabs, because there could be very serious
complications if an infection develops."
The worst was yet to come. The lesions did scab over as predicted, but
they itched so frightfully that poor Angie just could not stop pawing
and scratching at them even though her mother tried her best to keep
them covered with gauze packs and heavy clothing. Within a week, they
had become horribly infected. Angie's thigh became swollen to almost
double in size and her fever spiked to 104F. She had to spend almost
four weeks lying on the couch with her throbbing leg elevated on
pillows. Every day, the doctor would come by to lance the infected
lesions so that the pus could drain. Once he had scraped away the
putrefying scabs with a scalpel, he would scrub the open lesions briskly
with peroxide and iodine soaked gauze swabs. This was an incredibly
painful process.
Finally, he would debride the wounds by plucking the dead tissue away
with a tweezers. These sessions were so excruciatingly agonizing that
Angie spent the entire time in tears. Most nights, she cried herself to
sleep because of the relentless pain. Finally, as the infections
subsided, the proper dry scabs formed and were eventually shed. When
that happened, instead of the small, faint scars that the doctor had
predicted, Angie had as a permanent reminder of her horrible ordeal, the
huge, deep, pearly, speckled saucers that she had been staring down at
for the last few minutes.
A clatter of glass on metal snapped Angie out of her reverie. She looked
up to see the nurse beginning to assemble the pistons into two 10 cc
glass Luer-Lock syringe barrels. The injection tray contained a smaller
tray of needles of various lengths in a sterile alcohol bath, several
types of sterile forceps, a large rubber-capped bottle of penicillin, a
jar of alcohol, and cotton balls. The needles were the sturdy B-D Yale
non-disposable, metal-hubbed ones that were commonly in use at that
time. Angie gasped with frightened disbelief as the nurse fastened a
long, large bore drawing needle onto each syringe with a forceps and
then proceeded to draw each syringe full of Penicillin right to a point
slightly above the 10 cc mark. She could tell that the olive oil colored
liquid was very viscous because of the length of time required to draw
up the dose despite the diameter of the needle. Now the nurse laid the
syringes on a sterile towel on the injection tray and called out,
"Doctor, we are ready!"
The doctor came in and told the nurse to stand behind Angie and put her
arms around Angie's arms and waist so that she could not lurch enough to
break the needle. Then he walked over to the injection tray, picked up
the first syringe, removed the needle used to draw the dose, and used a
forceps to attach a 2-inch 18 gauge needle to the syringe. He pointed
the needle upward, tapped the syringe smartly several times to remove
the air bubbles, and carefully pushed the plunger to get an exact 10 cc
dose. Angie saw a small amount of serum spirt from the needle as this
adjustment was made. The doctor then pulled the piston back slightly to
pull a small air bubble back in on top of the serum charge. This bubble,
he explained to Angie, was to make sure that all of serum was pushed out
of the needle into to muscle so that it would not leak painfully back
into the fatty tissue over the muscle upon withdrawal of the needle. He
also explained that he would use the so-called "Z-track" technique which
involved displacing the tissues upon insertion and withdrawal of the
needle to prevent painful serum leakage into the tissues over lying the
muscle.
Angie's voice quivered as she asked, "Why are you using such a huge
needle?"
The doctor replied, "The needle is two inches long because the serum
must go deep into the muscle where it will be contained for several
weeks without leaking into the subcutaneous tissue above the muscle. The
large bore is required because this type of Penicillin is extremely
viscose. It is suspended in oil so that it will be absorbed slowly and
can act for a long time. I know that this will be exceedingly painful,
but I know you can endure it. However, we will proceed very slowly to
minimize the pain, and if the pain becomes unbearable, let me know, and
we can stop for a while and inject the rest of the serum at a different
site. We really do need to get all of it into your body to make sure
that you will be healthy in the future. Are you ready, now, Angie?"
Angie nodded tearfully, and the pungent aroma of alcohol suddenly filled
her nose as the doctor scrubbed her upper right thigh. She began to
tremble as she felt the cool sting. The nurse squeezed her tightly from
behind.
Now, the doctor stretched the skin on the fattest part of her thigh
taught and raised the large glass syringe above her leg like a dart.
Angie felt a sinking in the pit of her stomach as she realized how long
the needle was and how thick it looked. The sharp, beveled tip was
frightening. "Take a deep breath and exhale slowly", said the doctor.
Angie did so and watched in horror as he plunged the lumen of the needle
into her thigh to about a third of its length. She could hear the taught
skin pop when the needle entered. She could feel and see the muscle
recoil inward with a sudden, spring-like spasm. The pain was so much
greater than she had expected. Slowly, the doctor pushed the lumen in to
its full two-inch length, and Angie could feel the painful pressure and
popping as the needle traversed the fascia of the muscle layers in her
leg. She gasped and bit her lip. Hot tears filled her eyes despite her
attempt to maintain her composure.
Finally, when the hub of the needle rested firmly against the tight skin
of her tender thigh, he stopped, grasped the bottom of the syringe with
his left hand, and pulled back on the piston to aspirate. Seeing no
blood rise in the syringe, he knew that he was not in a blood vessel and
that the charge would go into muscle tissue.
"Hold her very tightly now," he said to the nurse. "Angie, keep very
still and try not to tense your muscles, because that will make the
injection much more painful. I'm going to inject the serum now." Then,
he stabilized the syringe with his left hand. The hub of the needle was
pressed tightly to the skin of Angie's aching thigh. The doctor began to
very slowly depress the piston with his right hand. Angie jerked with
surprise at this new searing pain, and tears began to well up in her
eyes as the piston moved very slowly down the barrel. She could feel the
painful tearing of the muscle tissue as it expanded in small, sudden
pops to accept the large oily mass being forced into her poor leg.
Despite the almost unendurable pain of the injection, Angie felt a
strange, erotic spasm in her groin as she
viewed the sight of the deeply embedded needle and the slowly descending
piston of the huge syringe pushing the amber-colored penicillin deep
into her aching thigh. At about the 5 cc mark, when Angie was still
barely holding onto her dignity, the piston stalled as she tensed her
muscles uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry", said the doctor, "but I will
have to exert much more pressure to get the serum to go into your leg
because you are tensing up so much. Please try to relax." Angie nodded
through her tears, and bit her lip as he squeezed the plunger harder and
harder. Suddenly, she felt a searing rip as the muscle tissue parted and
the piston started to drop again, now faster than before. Angie broke
into uncontrollable sobs. She had never been in such agony before. Her
calves became even more perfect diamonds as she dug her toes into the
stool's footrest with all her might and pushed back against the nurse
behind her. The nurse massaged Angie's arms gently to ease the pain, but
it was of no use. "Please stop, Please stop. It hurts so much," she
cried. But by then the piston had reached the bottom of the barrel.
The doctor pulled the skin on her leg to one side and slowly withdrew
the needle using the Z- Track technique to keep serum from leaking out
of the muscle. Then he took an alcohol swab, dabbed away the trail of
blood that ran down the side of Angie's leg and slowly massaged the huge
knot that had risen on her thigh. "I'm very proud of you, Angie," he
said. "I know how very painful that was." He told the nurse to keep
massaging the area for a few minutes while he prepared the next
injection. Angie continued to sob uncontrollably, because the pain just
would not go away.
Now it was time for the final injection. Angie watched tearfully as the
doctor twisted a new two- inch 18 gauge needle onto the second 10 cc
glass syringe. Again, he cautioned the nurse to restrain Angie tightly,
and he cleansed her upper left thigh with alcohol. As he stretched the
skin on her plump thigh to make the injection, he noticed that her upper
vaccination scar was right in the middle of his intended target area.
Angie felt so frightened as she stared at the needle poised above her
thigh that she thought she might faint, because now she knew how
horribly painful this injection was going to be.
The doctor said, "Angie, I am going to have to make this injection right
in the center of your upper vaccination scar, and because the scar
tissue is tough, the initial thrust may be quite violent. Please don't
be alarmed." Then he plunged the needle in with considerable force, but
the thick scar tissue prevented it from penetrating more than a few
millimeters beyond the beveled tip. Now Angie had to watch in agony as
he bore down hard to push the long needle slowly and painfully into her
waiting thigh. The painful pressure and popping of the muscle fascia
quickly forced her to break into tears.
Once the needle had been thrust in up to the hub, which pushed tightly
against the bottom of the pearly vaccination saucer, the doctor
aspirated the syringe. "Breath very deeply, exhale slowly, and hold
very, very still", she heard as the painful injection process began anew.
Even through her intense pain, Angie was fascinated by the unexpectedly
erotic twinges that coursed through her groin as she observed the long,
thick needle slowly penetrate the center of her pearl-white vaccination
scar, saw the needle hub pressed tightly into the bottom of the scar,
and watched the slow movement of the piston of the huge syringe driving
the viscous, amber serum deep into her aching thigh. A sudden incredible
increase in the pain made Angie tense up violently despite her knowledge
that this would just make things worse. Her lovely, brown calves were
quivering with pain from tension when the piston stalled at the 7 cc
mark. Despite the doctor's best efforts to get the piston moving again
with more pressure, it remained stuck. "Oh God! Oh God, please stop! It
hurts so bad," screamed Angie, "Please, please stop. Stop!"
"Alright, I'm going to stop and withdraw the needle for now and let you
rest for a minute," said the doctor. He hadn't even gotten half of the
dose into her thigh yet.
The nurse massaged Angie's swollen thigh while the doctor installed a
fresh two-inch 18 gauge needle on the syringe. "OK, Angie,", he said,
"Can you handle the last 7 cc? We simply have to get it in there for the
sake of your health. I hope you can be brave." Angie nodded slowly, and
watched as the doctor spread the skin on her plump left thigh tightly
again to receive the needle.
This time, he plunged it into the center of her lower vaccination scar,
and drove the lumen in slowly until the hub rested against the bottom of
the vaccination saucer, aspirated the barrel, and then proceeded to
drive the serum in by slowly plunging the piston. Again, despite that
fact that her tears flowed freely because of the intense pain, Angie was
dully aware of a mysterious erotic feeling that seemed to stir deep in
her pelvis as she watched the injection. An unbelievably intense,
searing pain suddenly flooded Angie's consciousness as a new pocket of
muscle tissue tore away to admit the invasion of the oily serum. The
nurse had to restrain her tightly. Angie's body jerked back and forth in
agony. Her lovely, brown, diamond-shaped calves contracted
spasmodically. As the piston neared the bottom of the barrel, Angie was
reduced to a sobbing wreck.
The doctor slowly withdrew the needle and said, "I'm so proud of your
bravery, Angie. We're all done now. You may lie down on the examination
table over here until you feel a little better. After my nurse massages
your injection sites, I would like you to wait for about thirty minutes
to make certain you have no adverse reaction to the injections." Then he
gently swabbed the blood off the two new injection sites with alcohol.
Angie lay down on the examination table while the nurse massaged the
lumps that now made her formerly concave vaccination scars appear as
small, shiny, raised domes. As Angie lay there on her right side
replaying the painful incidents of the previous half hour in her mind,
she suddenly became aware that her clitoris had become fully engorged,
and that her white, cotton panties were absolutely soaked with vaginal
fluid. She slowly, secretly thrust her left hand down her panties so
that she could stroke her throbbing clitoris.
Within a few minutes, Angie's groin exploded with the most powerful
orgasm she had ever experienced. As her thighs tensed, the increased
aching of the knots in her injected muscles only seemed to heighten the
intensity of her orgasm. It went on for a very long time. "I'm glad
you're feeling a little better, dear" said the nurse. "It's alright for
you to get up now."
Angie rose slowly, dropped her skirt, limped painfully into the
next-door waiting room, and collapsed, sobbing, into the arms of her
waiting boyfriend. He held her gently for the thirty minute waiting
period while they talked quietly about her experience, and then he
helped her to limp out to the car. Angie was unable to stand without
help for three days because of these deep, painful thigh-injections, and
was still able to palpate the three painful injection-site lumps for
nearly three weeks after this horrifying ordeal.
Postscript
Angie talked often about this ordeal during the remainder of our
relationship. Strangely, although it had been exceedingly painful, she
found that the thoughts that were aroused by the experience were highly
erotic. She often expressed a desire to have another similar injection
series. As far as I know, she never had another such experience.
This is one of the stories that made me…
thats painful