I had my temperature taken in the car once, returning from a family weekend.
I was about 10-11 years old, it was spring and we had been to the seaside with my parents and my sister and I, as I usually did, wanted to go swimming even though the water was still freezing cold and I had a terrible cold.
On the way back, in the car, while my father was driving, my mother, sitting next to him in the passenger seat, after my umpteenth sneeze or cough, turned around and, looking at me, said that she thought my eyes looked red and touched my forehead. She said that I was hot and that it was necessary to take my temperature.
My father suggested that we stop at a rest area, but my mother said that it was not necessary and took the thermometer out of her purse, passed it to my sister, who is 9 years older than me, therefore, at the time about twenty, asking her to take my temperature.
It had already happened that my sister took my temperature when we were alone at home and I was sick, but always in her lap while she was sitting on the sofa, never in the car!
I tried to rebel, fearing that someone might see me if he were to drive alongside a taller vehicle, but I was allowed to oppose and my dear sister, while she was already lowering the thermometer, ordered me to lower my pants and underwear to my knees and lie down on her legs and I had to obey.
My sister and my mother were kind and attentive and were sorry to have to insert a non-lubricated thermometer into my bottom, but my sister assured me that she would be careful and very delicate and so she was.
After she had slowly inserted the thermometer, avoiding hurting me, she held it tightly with the fingers of one hand, while, with the other hand, she caressed my buttock and, in the meantime, she said sweet and reassuring words to me, explaining however that, if I had not been stubborn in wanting to swim in the cold water, I would have saved myself that annoyance.
In the meantime, I felt the road whizzing under the car and I counted the seconds inside myself. When I thought I had reached 300, therefore 5 minutes (60 seconds X 5), I told my sister that the time had passed and she had to take the thermometer away from me, but she replied that I was wrong and that more than a minute still had to pass.
I held back from screaming and shortly after the thermometer was finally taken away. I did indeed have a fever...