Growing up in the 80s, getting sick always meant a visit to the family doctor—or, more often, being cared for at home by a parent armed with a thermometer and plenty of patience. Back then, taking a temperature was a more involved process, especially for younger kids. My most vivid memory of this was when I was about eight years old and had come down with a fever.
I was lying on the living room couch, bundled in blankets, while my mom came over with the glass thermometer she kept in the bathroom cabinet. She didn’t even ask; she simply told me to roll over. That’s just how it was back then—rectal temperatures were standard for kids, especially if accuracy mattered. She’d coat the end with a bit of petroleum jelly, and I’d squirm and complain, but there wasn’t much choice.
I remember the awkward feeling of it, the coolness of the thermometer, and the endless seconds ticking by. Mom would hold it in place while humming or chatting to distract me, and I’d bury my face in a pillow, wishing it would be over. When it finally was, she’d carefully read the tiny lines on the thermometer and nod knowingly, declaring whether I needed to stay home from school another day.
Looking back, it wasn’t seen as strange or unusual. It was just what parents did. Rectal thermometers were considered the most accurate, and parents relied on them without much thought. It wasn’t until years later that I realized how different things had become with digital technology and changing attitudes. For me, though, that experience is a snapshot of childhood in the 80s: a mix of care, patience, and a little bit of embarrassment that seems quaint by today’s standards.