I averaged going to the doctor around twice a year for sick visits through high school. They were all pretty much the same. The nurse would tell me to undress down to my underwear. A parent was always in the room. I would sit on the table afterwards waiting for her to return. She took my blood pressure and then told me to lie down on the table, and to turn over on my tummy. They always used the word tummy when they needed to take your temperature or to give you a needle. I would be lying down, and the nurse prepared the thermometer, which was glass with mercury. She took it out of the small jar which was filled with alcohol, and shook it down. Some nurses shook quickly, while others did it more slowly and deliberately. She then opened the jar of Vaseline, and put on enough to take multiple temperatures. Then she pulled my underpants down. Sometimes a nurse would have my parent come up and while she got the thermometer ready she would have my parent pull my underpants down. This happened a lot when a teenager. She then inserted the thermometer, and it was left in for at least 5 minutes, which seemed an eternity.
I would be lying there in total embarrassment waiting for the ordeal to end. Finally the thermometer was removed. She would wipe off the excess Vaseline with a tissue and read it. On a sick visit the temperature was always above normal. She or my parent would then pull my underpants back on. I would sit on the table, and was instructed to remove my undershirt and wait for the doctor.
The doctor would exchange pleasantries with my mom or dad and then start to examine me with the stethoscope, which felt very cold. When he examined my back he had me take deep breaths. Everything was examined, including lots of feeling around my belly, checking my knees, and my feet. Then he would have me remove my underpants and examined my genitals, as well as my buttocks. I would then start to put my underpants back on, but he would stop me by saying, not yet, the nurse will be in shortly to give me medication. The word medication meant an injection, but I guess he didn't want to scare me.
Usually 2 nurses came in and one would escort me to the table and once again I was on my tummy. My mom or dad would be called upon to hold my feet while the other nurse grabbed my wrists and together I was held down for the needle, which I was always afraid of. While younger I would cry a lot, as a teenager through high school I would holler out rather than cry. I had a couple of years around 11 or 12 where I had allergic reactions to penicillin. That seemed to clear up during my teenage years, but they would always retake my temperature after the needle.
After all that I could get off the table abnd get dressed. We would then go to the nurse’s office where she gave my parent a prescription for medicine, as well as instructions for them to take my temperature every 4 hours by rectum. The first night I had to take a hot bath, and then again in the morning. She told my parent to make sure I used the toilet, and to give me a suppository if needed.
Every doctor’s visit was a nightmare for me. I don’t know how I survived the embarrassment but I somehow did.