Waiting with the thermometer

Lying on my side on Grandmas kitchen bench,my underwear around my ankles or off.She would go into the downstairs bathroom and bring out the slim glass vase that held the thermometer and the antiseptic liquid it stood in.a quick wipe,then dipped into Vaseline jar,she would use one thumb to part my buttocks and I could feel the thermometer slide into my bottom.I remember she would be talking to Grandad as he sat by the fire about nothing in particular as she held the thermometer in place,.She would take it out ,give it a quick shake ,then slap my bottom which was her signal for me to get dressed.After a few months I started getting erections,although I really couldn't understand why as I was quite young.i always made sure Nan never saw me in that condition.i never spoke about what Nan did at home ,as I worried in case Mum or Dad stopped it.

In my teenage days I often had feverish infection. The family doctor always came. Immediately I had to lie down on my stomach, and then the fever was measured rectally. That was a nice feeling, but I never knew exactly how it ended. Whenever I had a fever, and most of the time like that, I had to lie down and get a painful penicillin injection in my butt.

Today this scene is a fetish of mine.

Waiting is definitely a big part of the experience for me. It's one of the reasons I still prefer the traditional glass thermometers, since fast reading digital thermometers are super convenient, but take away that vulnerable time waiting for the thermometer to register. I even found that to be an enjoyable time with oral readings - sort of a nice quiet time for caregiver and patient to sit and wait for the results.

I was a late bloomer and got my first rectal temp at 6 after breaking the oral one.For me it was embarrassing the first few times. I grew to love and waited in anticipation for the thermometer. I jumped into bed and belly down and PJ's down before she got to the room. Cartoon on couch rectal temp time was fun too.

I like getting over the lap because you can't see what's going on you can only feel it. Trying to keep still in that position is hard for me. Especially if I'm being scolded or talked down to like a child

I remember being in a hospital. Was in a ward with a bunch of other kids (maybe 6 or 😎. In the evening, the nurse would come in to take vitals and ask if you had a BM that day . The first thing that happened was everybody had to rool over on their tummies. One by one, she would go around inserting thermometers into all the upturned butts, then torture to the first one and start taking vitals. When she asks if you had a BM, never say no. I found out the hard way what happens, but that's another story. By the time she got back to each kid and done with vitals, the thermometer was ready to be read. I don't remember how old I was.

I remember a calm, even slightly dizzy feeling, once it was inserted and the wait time that followed. At the pediatrician, the nurse would say “it’s not so bad now, is it?” And at home my mom would keep me calm while it registered.

I had to wait a full 5 minutes and it seemed like an eternity with the glass thermometer sticking in my bottom

It seems when the nurse takes my temperature, she sometimes to take a lot longer than when mom took it at home. Maybe she enjoyed it, who knows.

I never minded the waiting, as I liked the feel of the thermometer in my butt. My friend, as a kid, told me he also liked the feeling when the thermometer was in him. That's why when we were alone and played doctor, we would usually leave the thermometer in for longer than 5 minutes.

Pre-puberty boy at the small town doctor for reasons that can't be remembered. Everything was pretty routine until being informed that the only thermometers available were rectal ones. Had no idea at that age what rectal was and was embarrassed to the nth degree when I had to get face and chest down on the table with my knees on the table and my rear in the air. It felt like an eternity as I was in that position, embarrassed and in fear that the door would open and other people would see me like that.

When incorporating rectal temps into play, I do find it fun to just go completely silent after I've put it in someone. It's interesting to have that moment of total silence while a thermometer is just sticking out of the bottom of the person over your knee. Even if no talk, there's really only one thing that they could be thinking about at that moment.