Hi there, just thought I'd post an intro and see if anybody is interested.
I thought this might be too intense or weird for here, but then I read Twinkle's stories and some others and think it might be accepted. It stars me, when I was 10 years old.
I had some strange problems when I was a kid. Without going into a lot of detail, I was a 'runt of the litter' so to speak; smallest kid in class, etc. Mom kinda really coddled me all through the 80's (when I was 5-15), so I grew up a bit of a social misfit, but pretty happy.
See, I didn't mind doctors too much, but I'd get freaked right out if a trip involved blood, weird and scary stuff, or anything to do with my privates. I was a bit of an exibitionist at home, but for some reason, I was shy as all heck at the doctors, and utterly terrified of the dentist.
In the course of life, I figured out that kids got boners some times. Thing was, I didn't. Not really. I somehow brought this up with my half-prude, half-liberal mom, who after a quick look at me 'down there' admitted things seemed small and off we went to the doctor.
My doctor was a friend of hers, and knew how I was in the office. I don't know if things were different back then, but apparently, they thought nothing of slipping me a little something to 'calm me down'.
On this visit, I was brought in before breakfast (the nerve of them! I was starving) and I can clearly remember being surprised, happily (I shoulda been suspicious!) by being given a mini-chocolate bar by a nurse, and a little glass of juice to wash it down with. Juice tasted crappy but I didn't care, and was just too naive to suspect anything.
The 'high' came on slow, but relentless. I didn't notice it creeping up. Mom says I sat in the inner waiting room on a chair at first, but after about 10 minutes, I was sitting on the floor, playing with toys that I wouldn't normally play with (toddler type stuff).
Her favorite part of this part of the story when telling it to certain people is that at this point, I was trying to remove my socks. As a nurse came in to bring us into the exam room, I had given up and was laying on my back, sing-asking my mom to "Pleaaaaaaaase take my socks off" while waving my feet in the air.
I do remember feeling very happy and utterly without concern for anything, though. Mom undressed me and I didn't question it at all, and I got a full exam without complaining one peep.
The doctor did notice trouble, though. Only one testicle was descended, and it appeared very small to the doctor, and he couldn't palpitate the other one down.
I was scheduled for a visit to the hospital a few days later, and Mom was given a packet of instructions and a written set of orders by the Doctor to follow during the 24 hours before admitting me to the childrens ward.
The actual hospital visit involved, I'm certain, the same drug or at least one very similar and two full general anesthetic experiences, which I'll describe along with the procedures they performed to the best of my knowledge (I'm no doctor or nurse!).
Let me know if anybody wants to hear it .