R.T. while on vacation

When going on family trips, did your parents pack a rectal thermometer, or keep one in a first aid kit? If so, was it ever used in a hotel, back seat of the car, while camping, etc ?

We did not do much camping when I was a kid, most of our vacations were to family members houses, or in hotels but the thermometer and enema bag were always packed and ready to use. On longer vacations in the summer you could pretty much count on one of us getting our temp checked and/or getting an enema during the trip. When we got back home after longer trips as well you could always expect an enema a day or 2 after getting back home to - ‘get back in a normal routine’

My parents were somewhat overprotective, so during the sommer holidàys, as we drove a lot though Europe, my mother carried one or more rectal thermometers and she used to check my younger sister's or mine temperature if she thought there was something wrong with us.

I remember, on several occasions, she took my temperature on her knees on the backseat of the car as we were speeding on the German Autobahnen.

No the thermometer stayed at home

Mom one time took both my brother's and my RT on the day we left for vacation, but I don't recall ever being temped while on vacation.

My mom kept rectal thermometers at both our beach house and river house. I have vivid memories of her taking me into my bedroom at the river house putting me on my bed, pulling my pants down and taking my temperature.

I remember when we went back out to the patio by the river a family friend asking what I had been pitching a fit about and mom telling her “I was taking his temperature."

Everyone present knew that I had just gotten a thermometer up my butt.

Edit: This one I had almost forgotten until discussions on ziti brought the memory back. We went on vacation to the Carribean when I was in first grade. I was surely 6. I got extremely sunburned (blisered) at the beach and mom took me to a little local clinic to get Silvadene ointment. It was packed to the rafters.

As we waited to see the doctor a nurse came out and handed a rectal thermometer globbed with Vaseline to the mother of a boy my age and said “We are short on exam rooms. Please take his temperature and just bring the thermometer to me at the desk.”

I immediately started getting nervous and asked mom “Is she going to make you take my temperature right here in front of everybody?” Mom responded “We'll see. Just calm down.”

A moment later here came the nurse with another lubed up thermometer. Mom was already standing me up to pull my pants down.

I was too shocked and in pain to even cry or struggle. I just laid in her lap and put my head down.

When it was over I expected everyone in the room to be looking at me but no one was.

When we got to see the local doctor mom introduced herself (she was a pediatrician but not licensed to practice medicine in the islands which are under the authority of numerous nations other than the U.S.) the doctor was happy to give her the Silvadene and slather me with the silvery white ointment. He then said “Wait here a minute and I will put together a care kit for him. You may not be able to find everything you need in the local pharmacy. Everything is in short supply right now.”

He returned with a shoe box that contained gauze bandages, swabs, a huge jar of Silvadene and you guessed it! A jar of Vaseline and TWO rectal thermometers!

I counted my blessings when she took my temperature in the privacy of my bedroom at our rental beach house. I didn't complain at all.

No RTs I recall but we had to drink this nasty anti car sickness medication before any road trip. Years later I rediscovered the flavor after buying a bottle of Pims, not realizing what it tastes like.

Yes I was 11 or 12 . On vacation in Florida with most of the family. I was not feeling well and hot to the touch. My aunt told mom she had a thermometer in the diaper bag. Mom told me to follow them into the bedroom. My aunt told my cousins to go play. We walked in the room she closed the door. I remember mom to this day telling me that it was a baby thermometer. I had to lay on the bed with it stuck in my butt for what seemed like forever