Post number26 In my childhood it depends who took my temperature. My dad sometimes twisted the thermometer to see if it has finished, sometimes pulled it out and looked at it and reinserted it into me. My mom was very careful, pushed it into my bum and didn't touch it until time was over. My pediatrician was more rude.
A while now i was thinking of writing a story, and i guess that time is now. I post my story here, and not in the blog. Anyway… where i was going to school you got to go 2 weeks to school and then 2 weeks internship in some hospital, every internship to another department. These facts made possible what i was about to experience for the first time in my life.
This for most, I would guess is a greatly loathed procedure, albeit, mostly if done correctly, not painful. More psychologically humiliating and bringing on great embarrassment. Not for me.
A female patient is surprised when "rectal temperature" becomes the option. But first, how did I get there? On my way there, I decided to stop and have something to eat — maybe that would make me feel better. Yes, it did insofar as my energy level, but I still had the body aches, I was congested, and my throat was sore.