Temperature taken followed by suppository

In my childhood an elevated rectal temperature was always followed by a suppository to bring the temperature down and feel better.

Not particularly Tylenol, but yes mom gave us suppositories after RT even when we had the slightest sign of raised temperature. A kind of prevention, as she called.

As a young child I often received Tigan suppositories for nausea. My temp was of course checked rectally first. Decades later, researchers found the drug didn’t work.

After an RT , my mom would give me 2 glycerine suppositories. If I had a really hi temp, she would follow them with several cool water enemas and after waiting a period of time she would do another RT. If temp was OK, that would be it. If still high, I would get more cool water enemas. Once temp was down, she would do an RT every couple hours to verify.

My mother was a pediatric RN, who believed in rectal temperatures, regardless of age. If we were sick and had a rectal temp of 100+, we got a Tylenol suppository right after our temperature was taken. I have continued the practice with my husband, my children, and with other family members.

Here’s what our family doctor’s nurse advised when our then-high school daughter was running a high fever and throwing up. I remember being scared and asking if I should take her to the ER. The nurse said if her rectal temp is higher than 103, give her acetaminophen 650mg suppository. If her temp does not begin to come down within a couple of hours, take her to an urgent care.

If her rectal temp is below 103, sometimes it’s best to let her body’s natural defense fight the fever. However, if she is uncomfortable and feeling “like she’s burning up,” go ahead and give her a suppository. Take her temperature after a couple of hours, it should be down. I learned a lot from nurses during these anxious times.

I have never been subjected to this myself, but I have read plenty of stories with this. Usually, the suppository is inserted with the thermometer as well.

It’s rare that I have this type of reaction after getting a flu shot. I got the injection on Monday at a local pharmacy, and I’m now lying in bed with chills and a 102 temp. My dear husband in a minor panic made me turn over and took it in my bottom. (He panics easily when it comes to my health.)

Apparently, flu like symptoms are not uncommon, according to web MD. I have a box of Tylenol suppositories in the fridge that I got online during the Covid lockdown when our older daughter was ill with a fever. This is probably a good time to take one myself. Supps seem to work a little faster in the butt than the pills do in the tummy. My husband wants me to stay home and take it easy, but I have appointments this afternoon. Ugh!

Always for me when I was sick. My

Mom would always take my rectal temperature followed by a getting a suppository along with being put into a Huggies or Pampers diaper. The reason why I was always put into diapers is because after I got my rectal temperature taken and had the suppository inserted it would always cause me to have a bowel movement. So every now and then I would get my temperature checked and then have my diaper checked as well. So like if I was walking around she would come up to me sometimes and pull the back of my diaper to to take a look in and see if I needed a diaper change.

@ruthiny

My mother was a pediatric RN, who believed in rectal temperatures, regardless of age. If we were sick and had a rectal temp of 100+, we got a Tylenol suppository right after our temperature was taken. I have continued the practice with my husband, my children, and with other family members.

I realize from so many of your post about the keeping up of that family tradition and the participation of many family members in this tradition. I am really impressed.

I wouldn't dar to discuss the way of temperature taking and suppositories with my sister at our current age. Even though both of us had rectal temperature takings as well as suppositories carried out by our mom even at teenagers age and oncein a while eeing how these were appield to the other.

@Firegirl911

Mom woukd take our temperatures and if we had a fever high enough and coukd not keep meds down it was a suppository.

That sounds familiar to me. When my mom took my rectal temperature usually it was so high that a suppository had to follow.

Makes sense thar a temp shoved up the the butt would put the suppository high and help hold it in longer to do its job

As long as it's a lady taking my rectal temperature and putting in the suppository I would LOVE it.

While I recall receiving many suppositories as a kid, I don't recall receiving paracetamol or aspirin this way, while I recall having them orally many times. I however suppose I got some when little, so presumably this happened after a rectal temperature establishing I was feverish.

If I have a fever. My domme takes my temperature rectally and I do have a fever, she will insert a Tylenol suppository.

I remember being in the nurse's office at school feeling dizzy and burning up with a high fever. The room had that classic sterile smell heavy on the disinfectant and the nurse was one of those old school types who didn't believe in taking any shortcuts.

She reached for a digital thermometer first. I remember lying there on that crinkly paper on the exam table with my face burning not just from the fever but from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. The school hallway was buzzing with people just outside the door but inside it was dead silent except for the clinical clinking of her instruments. The hard cold plastic of the digital probe was such a sharp shock against my skin and the way she handled it with such practiced detached efficiency made me feel completely exposed. Then there was that high pitched beep when it finished and it felt like it was announcing my vulnerability to the whole room.

Because my fever was dangerously high she decided a suppository was necessary right then and there before calling my parents. That was the moment my heart started racing. There is such a thin line between feeling totally vulnerable and feeling a strange intense sense of surrender to the treatment. The transition from the rigid clinical feel of the digital thermometer to the smooth waxy feeling of the suppository was something I couldn’t stop thinking about later.

Looking back I think that was the moment I realized my attraction to the medical world wasn't just about the science. It was about that exact mix of high stakes embarrassment and the strange relief of being taken care of by skilled authoritative hands. It is a memory that still stays with me even after all my years in nursing school.

No memory of this but the subject certainly caught my attention.

Maybe something my play doctor can arrange for our next appointment.

Yes I have had a supp but just a regular one. I did not know they had a Tylenol supp. Denise

@Denise They are great for aches and pains and fever.

Between the ages of 6 and 13, I was in poor health and often had the flu or bronchitis.

This was usually accompanied by a very high fever.

So, it was almost standard practice to have my temperature taken rectally, and if I had a fever (which was usually the case), I was often given a suppository immediately afterward. This wasn't so bad compared to the doctor being called in at that time.

The doctor usually made a home visit in the late afternoon, and the result was almost always during some days injections.

Yes, I remember well that until I was 13 or 14, it happened almost every time I had a fever. Both at home and at the doctor's, especially the latter.

At home, not always rectally, but at the doctor's, yes.

I remember being in the nurse's office at school feeling dizzy and burning up with a high fever. The room had that classic sterile smell heavy on the disinfectant and the nurse was one of those old school types who didn't believe in taking any shortcuts.

She reached for a digital thermometer first. I remember lying there on that crinkly paper on the exam table with my face burning not just from the fever but from the sheer embarrassment of the situation. The school hallway was buzzing with people just outside the door but inside it was dead silent except for the clinical clinking of her instruments. The hard cold plastic of the digital probe was such a sharp shock against my skin and the way she handled it with such practiced detached efficiency made me feel completely exposed. Then there was that high pitched beep when it finished and it felt like it was announcing my vulnerability to the whole room.

Because my fever was dangerously high she decided a suppository was necessary right then and there before calling my parents. That was the moment my heart started racing. There is such a thin line between feeling totally vulnerable and feeling a strange intense sense of surrender to the treatment. The transition from the rigid clinical feel of the digital thermometer to the smooth waxy feeling of the suppository was something I couldn’t stop thinking about later.

Looking back I think that was the moment I realized my attraction to the medical world wasn't just about the science. It was about that exact mix of high stakes embarrassment and the strange relief of being taken care of by skilled authoritative hands. It is a memory that still stays with me even after all my years in nursing school.

How old were you and what position did the nurse do the temperature taking and suppository give you?