Does anyone remember their thermometer being shaken down by either their nurse, babysitter, parent or other relative?
One memory that still stands vivid in my mind was the sight and sound of the thermometer being shaken down by the various nurses that attended me at our local clinic as a child.
If I wasn’t already facedown and prepped on the exam table paper, I would sometimes get to witness the thermometer get withdrawn from it’s clear plastic antiseptic filled holder, get wiped dry and shaken down.
Some nurses would snap it in three shakes with a loud popping wrist; some would shake it long and slowly, as if trying to nonchalantly flick a booger from their fingertip as they visited with my mother.
There wasn’t that many sounds that accompanied receiving a rectal thermometer, besides crinkling paper, but the wrist popping by the ladies who kept the violent shakedown short and sweet is a sound that has remained solidly affixed in my fifty some years of accumulated memories.