The Wall Calendar
Mom arranged for my school physical late in August every year. She never failed to follow through much to my dismay. She had a habit of circling a date on a wall calendar and that became code for an exam date. She would put initials in the box and once I got wise, I wanted to erase my initials but also was fascinated to see her initials posted from time to time.
School exams were thorough; hated having my RT taken and leaving with a sore arm and/or bottom. Mom always seemed so reassured when I went and never was hesitant to tell me to obey and do as told. I always wondered how she fared and what happened.
When I was a teen, we went to a family practice so I knew she would see one of the doctors. She was smart to not ever have an exam when I went but one day had scheduled an exam after school so I did accompany her. She was not very talkative on the ride over. I feared it was an exam or shot for me but she told me that it was her visit. She told me I would need to sit in the exam hall while she saw the doctor. I did my best to refrain from smiling. Secretly wondering if she would get a shot that was so common place for me.
We got there and she was taken in pretty quickly; normally there is a long wait but maybe more for teens than adults. She lectured me to sit in the hall, read my book and behave. I just nodded as she followed the nurse who had a fleet enema box in her hand. I am sure mom saw that but never said anything and just followed trying to appear calm. When she went off to do her urine sample, I checked out the hall and counter areas. Med vials were everywhere along with boxes of tongue depressors, gloves, and cabinets.
When she returned, the nurse greeted her and took her sample; mom seemed to blush a bit. The nurse had hang her coat on the hook outside the exam room and proceeded to open the door. At this point, I heard her tell mom to "Remove everything, you're having a full exam including a prep." I wasn't clear about what that meant until I had my own years later. I did see the nurse place the fleet in her jacket pocket as mom went into the room. She then left mom in the room presumably to strip and await her exam. The nurse then went to the counter and prepared two injections, placed each on a tray with cotton balls and returned to the room. I couldn't see mom from where I sat but clearly saw what the nurse was carrying.
Mom was in the exam room for 45 minutes; the nurse did go in and out before mom left. Mom wouldn't tell me what happened but it seemed that she was moving a tad slowly and seemed to gently sit down when driving the car. To this day, it's remained a secret but having been there now as an adult, it's very rewarding to imagine mom having to take a fleet enema and being told that she had to get shots.