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Date Posted: Tuesday, September 29, 2009, 08:04: pm
In the 50's I remember how scared me and my two sisters were when we had to wait on the doctor. In our house when one of us was sick mom would usually keep the other two home from school until the doctor could look at us. I don't think it was about money but that the doctor was an important man and he shouldn't be burdened to return in a day or two if the other girl that might get sick.
The one that was sick would be pleading that she didn't want a shot once she heard that mom called the doctor. The other two were just as worried as it wasn't unusual to find ourselves getting a shot too. Of course the real fear wasn't getting a shot but a shot in the heinie. It was a guarantee someone would be bawling her eyes out if that happened.
All three of us would nervously wait in moms bedroom for the sick one to be seen by the doctor. We would always be in our pajamas until it was determined that we were not sick and able to go to school or play. It was dead silence when someone knocked at the door and my heart would race when I would here the doctor's voice.
Once the old doctor came in we'd hang on his every word hoping that we wouldn't not hear the word penicillin. Penicillin always meant a shot in the heinie. He would take the girl's pajamas off to examine her where we would only be in our panties. This wasn't as embarrassing as much as it was scary thinking he had easier access to our fanny.
He would then announce that the girl needed a penicillin shot. The unlucky victim would begin to sniffle hoping beyond hope that it wouldn't be in the bottom. We got our answer immediately as he always pulled the girl's panties down and off then had her turn over. This usually brought tears and resignation it would be the worst shot in the world. The other two would be staring at our naked sister looking fearfully over her shoulder as the doctor would pull out the wicked metal syringe. We definitely didn't enjoy seeing our sister ready to get her shot as it reminded us how silly we looked like a crying child waiting to get her fanny stuck. We were more concerned about our own bottom and if we might be next with our naked heinie up in the air for all to see while waiting for the awful shot.
Soon she would be screaming bloody murder at the top of her lungs. Crying would continue what seemed like forever. Once the band aid was on the bottom and the sucker in the mouth, things started to calm down some.
Then it was the next girl's turn. As he examined she would be hearing the best news ever as he would comment, "her ears looks good, just a little redness" and "her throat looks good, just a little redness." But then dread would sit in when he would say, "But, we probably need to give her a penicillin shot to be on the safe side." This seemed to happen more often than not. Just as quickly as she watched her sister get it, she would be laying naked with her fanny up in the air wishing her panties, now on the side of the bed were back on as the doctor got his syringe ready.
So it wasn't unusual to see three tearful girls and three little heinies plastered with band aids laying on mom's bed earnestly sucking on their lollypops before the doctor left.
The only other worry was that the doctor would tell mom that the girl should be brought into his office the next day and that too was likely to result in the girl laying on her tummy looking over her shoulder at the door listening and waiting for the nurse to walk in holding the terrible syringe.
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[> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor
Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 01:41: am
I suspect yur story is fairly common to kids growing up in the fifties. I too can remeber the relief if the doctor wrote out a prescription for tablets or elixir rather than being told to turn over and slip my pyjama bottoms down.
What was worse if he gave a shot and then said that he would send his nurse to the house to give another one the following day.This meant another anxious wait until it was all vr. It would be compounded if I heard my mother on the phone telling relatives or neighbours that he had to have an injection in his bottom.
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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor
Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 03:18: pm
Oh yes, I do remember that well. Everyone she talked to she had to tell about me getting a shot in my bottom and how much I cried. It seems the worse things hurt getting you well the sicker you were. I also remember everyone pouring over to the house when you were sick to check on you. Today they would all be hiding afraid they would get what you had.
I don't remember him coming out but once each time and usually the sick one would have to go to his office the next day. That almost always meant another shot. If it wasn't penicillin it would be something you haven't had in a long time like a tetanus shot.
It always seemed to be real early in the morning and you had to wait for a long time in the waiting room with a bunch of other kids as scared as you were. Each time a kid would return from the back rooms everyone would be watching closely to see if he had been crying. Even the nurse calling us back was a dread and the smell of alcohol down that hall and in the room made it worse.
With our mom once the doctor said we were going to get a shot mom would have us on our stomachs with our panties pulled down waiting for the nurse. I remember every footstep out in the hall and would jump with every little noise looking over my shoulder at the door. It always seemed like a terribly long wait for the nurse to come in with the shot. Then you would hear some little boy or girl pleading, then a scream and bawling. After hearing a couple of these, I would always have tears in my eyes and start crying as soon as I saw the nurse holding the shot as she entered the room. I was never brave enough not to let everyone hear me getting the shot all down the hall.
I couldn't wait to get dresses as soon as it was all over, I guess for safety. I remember looking at the paper on the table all messed up and torn where it was soaked with tears and was embarrassed how I must have looked to the adults squirming and crying like a baby. I couldn't wait to get out of that place and all the nurses scared me to death regardless how nice they were to me. Even at a young age, I knew they were the boss since they were the ones with the shots.
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 01, 2009, 01:53: am
Becky, how old were you and your sisters, when all of you got shots, where you all watched??? Did you all accept the fact that you were getting a shot or did any of you resist?
Tim
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 01, 2009, 06:10: am
It happened more than once but the most memorable time that I was thinking about I was around eight and that would make my middle sister seven and the youngest about five.
We were good girls and didn't really resist, just pleaded and begged not to get a shot, or when older pleaded to get it in the arm instead of the heinie.
My middle sister was probably the only one that resisted one time in the doctor's office when she was about ten. When we were called in another girl and her brother was called in front of us and they were put in the next room. Her brother was about my age and his sister was about eight. I always hated that since I didn't want anyone to know that I was the one crying if I got a shot.
When the doctor checked my sister he said she was going to get two shots. She kept pleading with mom that she didn't want two shots. I was nervous too since I didn't want the same thing to happen to me.
We waited for a long time and then we heard the girl in the next room pleading that she didn't want a shot. When I heard her scream and cry I thought how embarrassing it must be to have your older brother watch you get a shot. My sister was in tears jumping around looking at the door with each noise in the hall. Then a nurse stuck her head in and apologized for the delay and said my sister would be next after they gave a couple of shots in the next room. It wasn't long until we heard the boy in the next room scream and start crying then in a few moments he screamed louder and started bawling even more. He sounded like a three year old but I knew it was the boy in the next room around my age. He cried for a long time and that caused my sister to start crying more.
When the door flew open two nurses came in the room real fast, both had shots in their hands. All I could see is my sisters pigtails flopping around side to side looking and listening to the nurses on both sides of her. She tried to squirm off the table but the big nurse held her as the other nurse gave her the shot. She was still bawling when the big nurse said here comes the next one. That was when she jumped up with her knees under her chin and the other nurse had to pull her legs down while the big one gave her the shot. Boy did she howl.
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[> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor
Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 02:12: pm
Did any of you hear the doctor say to give you an enema injection to help with your illness. I always got an enema after the doctor gave me a shot in my rump....the doctor told my mother that, since I was already turned on my stomach, she might as well give me an enema. It would not hurt to give him an enema he would say. As soon as he left, my mother got out the funnel, 1 qt pitcher and rectal tube and gave me an enema. She usually had to refill the pitcher at least once during the enema. This was a good half hour to forty five min. enema experience given with a small funnel. My last funnel enema was when I was 16 on my back on the bathroom floor.
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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor
Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 03:30: pm
I don't remember the doctor or nurse ever giving me or my sisters an enema. Mom would do that and it always seemed when you were constipated and not just sick.
All I remember them doing anything like that was taking our temperature. At the office I remember it seemed like a rite of passage. Once you were old enough you got to avoid that embarrassing ordeal. I know it made me feel a lot older as I watched my sisters laying on the table with the nurse holding the thermometer stuck up their bottom.
There was that transition age where I'd watch my sisters temperature taken and when it was my turn if the nurse made me roll over, I felt like I was still a baby.
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[> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor
Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 03:20: pm
Home visits by the doctor were very much a part of growing up in the 50's. Fortunately for me very few involved getting a shot. The one thing that was always done though was my mom would give me an enema either before he arrived or right after he left. More than once I would get an enema before his visit and also afterwards. When running a temp due to a severe cold or the flu daily enemas were given once in the morning and once again in the evening. Mom's standard treatment was always a soap suds enema made with Ivory Flakes in a full bag of warm water. She would always call the doctors office to update my condition and during the report she'd inform the nurse about the enemas and any change in my temp.
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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor
Date Posted: Tuesday, August 24, 2010, 05:33: pm
I can't recall a Dr coming to the house. But down the street lives a nurse practitioner and she and mom have been friendly for as long as I can remember. There were many times when we were feeling ill and mom would call her over. She works with supervision of a local doctor and will use the phone to consult with him about things. Eunice is a bit older and for a long time used a rectal thermometer and sometimes she and mom would use the enema bag. The worst thing about that is she still treats me like a little girl and often has me remove my nightgown while she does her exam and makes notes even if my brother Phillip is in the room also. The last time that happened she called the Dr's office and was on hold for what felt like forever while I had to stand there totally nude in front of her and mom. At least Phillip wasnt there that day. But I knew he would be home from school and probablky would walk right in to see what was going on.
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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 30, 2009, 04:47: pm
This took place even in the late 60's. Mom made the living room the sick room for me so I could watch TV, only one TV in the house at that time. She thought the TV would keep me entertained while I was sick. This was when I was about 6 to about 9 or so that I remember this. I do remember the doctor coming to the house on a few occasions, but most of the time I was brought to his office. It was about the time doctors stopped making house calls. The downside of the living room being the sick room, was when the doc did come, anyone who was home got to watch what went on, this included my older sister and sometimes my aunt and cousins. Sometimes I got a shot and had my rectal temp taken by the doc, and like the posters above, he would sometimes order an enema be given to me. After the doc left, mom would go upstairs and get the enema ready. My aunt and cousins would hang around and then when mom came and got me, would follow us up to the bathroom and would watch me get the enema. When started getting close to 10 years old, I started protesting to my mom about having an audience, luckily she agreed with me. She would wait until everyone was gone or to the next morning before she gave me the enema.
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[> [> Subject: Re: Waiting for the Doctor
Date Posted: Thursday, October 01, 2009, 05:12: am
That sounds terribly embarrassing! Especially around the age of ten.
I remember my uncle coming over because mom got her car stuck in the snow when we were leaving to go to the doctor's office. I don't remember what happed except we weren't going to the doctor so I was pleased. He was our youngest uncle and more like a big brother to us.
We were in mom and dad's bed reading and I suppose getting well while mom and my uncle were in the kitchen drinking coffee. Then I heard a knock at the door and the most fighting voice of the doctor.
To my horror the doctor, my mom and my uncle came into the bedroom. It wasn't long until my sister had her nightgown off and the doctor examining her in front of my uncle. I know she had to be embarrassed since we were older and trying to look more grown up in our uncle's eyes. Then I heard the word I most feared, penicillin. Soon the doctor had her panties off and on her tummy while my uncle looked on. The doctor always moved the covers out of the way and made plenty of room. I'm sure he had some kids that tired to wrap up in them to keep from getting a shot.
Then it was the awful scream and bawling that followed while I was frozen watching what was happening to my sister. When I looked around I saw my uncle grinning at my mother. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to crawl in a hole. Then I was next and of course off came my nightgown and I must have blushed three shade of red. This time I was lucky and didn't have to get a shot, so my dignity was saved somewhat.
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Date Posted: Thursday, October 01, 2009, 08:20: am
BECKY== you have my total sympathy. NEEDLES in the buttcheek hurt me SO BAD also. THEY STUNG BURNED and hurt beyond what I could stand . I was young also, and would be so terrified when I found out I was getting a big sharp needle in my butt.I will never forget that pain and the embarrasment of getting it in the rearend.SO I understand how you felt.ONE time when I was young I was crying when the doctor was over he threatend me if I did not stop crying he would giveme a needle. I shut right up!! to all that have felt that horrible pain in the butt cheek . I understand==ANYONE ELSE willing to tell there story?
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[> [> [> Subject: Another Question for Becky
Date Posted: Friday, October 02, 2009, 08:09: am
I was wondering if your experience left you a bit scared all year 'round, or at certain times of the year; For you had a 3 times greater chance of getting a shot then other kids because if any of your 2 sisters needed a shot, you might get one also.
I didn't go to doctor's offices as a kid. My grandfather was the family doctor and he lived next door!!!! When I was a kid, he was about 65. We had 3 families in my house since my grandparents, aunt and uncle, and their kids, all hung in our house. They all lived on the same block. This was between 1964 and 1970. I didn't get regular checkups. I had 3 brothers, but I never saw them get a shot. However, everyone saw me get one. I was the youngest of the 4 of us. I remember this happening from when I was 4 until about 12.
It would go like this if I were sick.....
My mom would call my grandfather in to give me a quick checkup. At that point, I didn't think much of it because I didn't feel that sick. Maybe a slight sore throat.
After I said "ahhhh," my grandfather would ask the question, "Can he take pills?" Since I was afraid of pills, I would yell No!!!!!.
My grandfather would then say," I'm going to have to give him a shot."
At that point, instant terror came over me and I started yelling and screaming that I didn't want a shot! There mere mention of that word sent me hysterically crying. It was too late. The decision was made. My entire family would be there an
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