Wait for time to pass

When you waited with the thermometer in your butt for the minutes to pass for the measurement, have you ever asked your mother (or aunt, or babysitter...) to update you on the passing of the minutes and how long you still had to hold the thermometer? Or did you usually ask how many minutes had passed?

Not me. I enjoyed the feeling of the thermometer in my butt so much that I always hoped she forgot about the time and would leave it inserted longer!

I remember sometimes asking "is it almost done?" But later on, as with temptaker, I stopped asking and instead wouldn't have minded if it took even longer.

I never asked. Never minded rectal temps, didn't matter how long it was.

When I was a little kid, I was very compliant and just accepted the time the rectal thermometer was left in place as part of being sick or a doctor visit. when I was older and having gone through traumatic experiences at the hands of doctors and nurses, lying on my belly made me very anxious. Having made the connection of being in a vulnerable position and subject to very unpleasant procedures that could happen back there, I started watching the clock and making sure the second hand made only three sweeps. As I got older, about 10-11, I was starting to protest getting a rectal temperature taking and by the three minute mark, would start to make my displeasure known. The very last time my rectal temperature was taken by someone other than me, it was left in place for a full five minutes because of false low oral readings. When I started taking my own rectal temperatures, I started leaving the thermometer in place for five minutes since three minutes seemed too short as I got older (my play sessions all allow me to recreate the way I felt as a kid when these procedures were done to me).

At the doctor’s office I’d always ask my mom “how much longer” or “is it almost done”. Sometimes I complained and asked “why does it take so long?”. If you think about 5 minutes is a kind of a long time for a kid to endure such an embarrassing procedure and I’m sure rectal temperatures often exceeded that time. It was such a feeling of sweet relief when the nurse finally took the thermometer out and the worst part was over. At home I also pestered my mom about the length of time but rectal temperatures in the comfort of my own bed with a blanket covering me weren’t as bad.

I can still recall a nurse trying to make small talk with me as I lay in a hospital bed with a thermometer in my butt. Under the circumstances I didn’t feel like talking. Too bad I’ll never have that opportunity again.

No, I never asked as kid with the thermometer in bottom. I would complain, I had to go poop on occasion and then that would lead to other things. I do remember though in the OTK it seemed like an eternity and if I had to guess, I would say my mom took all of five minutes and then sometimes a re-check, which was worse.

While in a clinical study where rectal temperatures were the facility’s protocol for vitals when taken, a lovely Filipina nurse admitting me and taking my vitals in my room had me get onto my bed and turn onto my stomach, pulled my pajama bottoms and underpants down and apologized that she had to rectally obtain my temperature. Told her it was fine.

Surprised, she asked “really ? oh the other patients don’t like it !” .. Told her she could leave it in as long as she wanted.

“Next time, I take it for ten minutes! Then laughed. You like that?” Told her that sounded great. And she did it the next time, she took my temperature and for a good ten minutes and rubbed my butt during the reading.!

Too bad, a few days later she was gone, headed back to the P.I.

Great memories of that nurse and her art of taking temperatures for more than 3 minutes.

I can remember a couple of times being in the emergency room with a rectal thermometer stuck up my ass. My father was present for both as I recall. Both times were when I had a tooth abscess and no dentists were available, so I ended up in the emergency room. I suppose they took my temperature rectally since my mouth was swollen. I would clamp down on it occasionally so it wouldn't slide out. I think that thermometer would be up my rectum for at least thirty minutes or it seemed to be that way.

When I wasn’t lucky enough to get the one nurse who would nervously tap out the seconds with her fingernail on the thermometer imbedded in my bottom, time stood still. Nothing else existed except for my bared penetrated bottom. I was absolutely submissive and quiet during exam room visits. I couldn’t have squeaked out a single word with the lump in my throat that appeared every time my pants got unzipped during doctor visits.

I was typically in my bed thermometer in my behind, and mom would leave me for 3 minutes. I could time it on the alarm clock.

I would protest that I didn't wish for a RT to be taken but I would lose that battle and have to lay on my belly while the nurse inserted the lubed thermometer fully up my rectum and held it in position. There was no compromise involved. I could try and clench but she was steadfast and twirled it up more. Time was dreadfully slow. She would talk to my mother as if what was taking place was nothing!

Usually I got the RT taken from the pediatrician assistant while completely naked and in a frog legs position. She kept me firmly with an hand on my belly while the other is keeping the instrument inside my rectum (against my attempts to expel it contracting my anal sphyncter). I had no courage to ask about how much it shall be kept in place and suffered in silence. Not rarely the doctor exploited my position to take a look to my privates. 3-4 minutes appeared to be hours.

Enjoying the feeling. The five minutes seemed far too short. Anticipation from the moment I was told to "roll over and pull down my pants" to hearing the lid of the large Vaseline jar. I could feel the bed shake up and down as my mom shook the thermometer down. Then the insertion was intense. The waiting was filled with my entire focus on the feeling of the thermometer lodged in my rectum. Waves of intense pleasure would build up from my rectum to my groin. It would build in intensity till right before the five minutes were up as my body would shake with pleasure. Had no idea what that was all about till much much later in life.

Doing it right now. No not a temperature taking but my laundry on wash cycle. 3 minutes left. Makes me appreciate how long a mercury thermometer at minimum must be in my anus taking, measuring my body temperature.

As a kid I would just lay there I never ask my mom how much time was left. When I take it now I surf on my phone to pass the time waiting for my timer to go off.

As a kid it was either pass the 4 minutes that felt like 4 hours watching TV if on the sofa in the living room, or as I got older just chilled out to some music in my room with small talk with Mom or Dad. Mom used to use the time for "girl talk" sometimes and when a teen ask me about various boys, kind of playing with me about it. I'd be thinking, "Mom, I'm laying here like this feeling weird already, NOT the best time to start asking me about boys!

Now, it's probably just more mechanical. Insert it, look at the time, think about all the stuff in my overcrowded head and wait for it to "be time".

HUGS

Carly

At the pediatrician office nurse gave you a little cartoon book to look at to take your mind off the thermometer stuck in ur butt as she stood there holding it in place taking to your mom . As I got older hated going knowing that chances are this was going to happen. Nurse would call you back get your weigh then take you into the room have you hop up on the exam table she would get your blood pressure talk to your mother about your visit today. Then say let’s get your temperature if she walked over to the counter to get the thermometer and didn’t say let’s get your pants off and get you on your tummy or stomach then she got the oral thermometer.

Home mom just told you to lay still and put the thermometer in your butt and said it want take long just be still don’t move or she will have to take it again . Mom stoped taking rectal temperatures around 5 or 6. Unless we were vomiting. Then she had a red top glass thermometer and vaseline .

I remember being in the hospital as a little kid. The nurse would bome in at the end of the day and everybody would have to pull theirjammies down for temps. The nurse would go around and stick the thermometer in everybody's butts and then return to the first kid to take vitals, one by one. I don't remember how many kids were in the room, but it always seemed like it took forever. One of the questions the nurse would ask was if you had a BM that day. If you said no, you would be taken down to the boys' restroom (no in-room restrooms back then), put on a padded table in the big stall, and got a big enema. It was like an assy line. When they got done with you, they would take you to a toilet where the nurse would tell you to hold it until you were told you could go, then the brought the next kid in. This was a Catholic hospital & my only memories of it ever all the enemas I got.