Missed Opportunities

Growing up, were there any embarrassing situations you managed to get out of, which you now regret, as their memory would provide fodder for play or fantasizing?

Yes when I was a teenager about 14 or 15 I had an impacted tooth and needed oral surgery and had braces on the top afterwards for a year or 2 in highschool. My dentist couldent do it and I had to see a oral surgeon. The doctor told me that they would give me something to sedate me. He said I would not be asleep but would be very groggy and not able to remember the procedure. I was really scared and the part of not being able to remember things scared me. So I begged them to just give me the local. It was not a pleasant expirence and they had a saw reving in my mouth. I remember walking out of the office and walking by a room where the door was open. There was a young man about my age sitting on the end of the table. He looked very sleepy and barely able to keep his eyes open and he was swaying back and forth worse then a drunk and he was cooing like oo oo oo. I thought to myself oh my God that is what they wanted to do to me. Now years later I think about it and it was really hot seeing him that way looked like a drunken zombie and completely out of it. If I had to do it over again I would say yes to them sedating and I would want them to drug me up good where I am defenseless and they can do what ever they want to me. I have never been sedated at the dentist but if given the option again I will definitely say yes. So yea I wish I had let them sedate me.

Having grown up in the era of penicillin shots, visits to the doctor normally ended with me pulling everything down to ankles and bending over the receptionist's lap to get one. As most of my friends regarded getting injections in the bottom to be childish, I feared the embarrasment more than the pain. My doctor's beautiful teenaged daughter (only about a year older than I) was once acting receptionist during the school holidays. I really fancied her and craved her respect so I didn't want her even to know that I still got shots back there, much less undergo the almost inconceivable humiliation of bending across her lap for her to see me get one in my bare bottom. When the doctor uttered the dread rhetorical question, "How about a shot?", I was so pent-up with fear that I burst into tears and he made matters worse by asking in his daughter's presence, "What's wrong? It's just the usual injection in your bottom." Although he relented and prescribed pills, I realised that my tantrum had made me appear even more childish to the girl than I would have pants down across her lap for the shot and I later fantasised about fondling her mini-skirted bare thigh from across her lap as she watched me jabbed in my vulnerable naked posterior. I have ever since regretted missing the opportunity to have that lovely girl hold me pants-down for that shot.

As a young man, I ejnoyed a flirtation with the beautiful housekeeper at a hotel where I was staying. She excited my imagination by telling me about getting streptomycin injections in her bottom when ill. When I once had a sore throat, she suggested calling the doctor to give me a shot of streptomycin. It was fairly obvious that she wanted to be present and watch me bare my bottom to get it, but I fearfully and stupidly declined even though I was by then mature enough to appreciate the eroticism of the scenario. I have always regretted my decision.

Streptomycin for a sore throat? Good thing you didn't get it as it frequently causes deafness.

Right liquidsky. Strepto. causes 8th cranial nerve damage, thus the deafness.

Jimmy you never cease to seriously amaze and impress me with your intelligence. Wow, you are so freaking smart. So you didn't become a doctor because? I think you would have been a good one just so you know.

Mashie

PS, we need to make plans to meet for lunch here one of these days. When the roads are dry perhaps.

When I was child I got serious constipation problems and I went with my mother to hospital. The doctor suggested that I should receive an enema. As I was going through the corridor to the exit some young nurse stopped us and said she can do it. I felt so embarrassed that I rejected this and said that my mother is going to do this at home. Right now I would definitely have more courage to submit to the hands of unknown to me person. I think this situation was partly the source of my medical fetish. I fantasized a bit where I tried to imagine what would happen if I responded differently back then.