You were never ever alllloowed to be treated by a reliative ever. He
should have lost his license the first time. And would have if I'd
have known about it. The audacity! The abuse!
And you know it.
I guess you came from and survived a family of idiots.
Jungle monkeys. Well I did too. It's a fact. But things were
different, the details.
I fear doctors for other reasons. I fear their ingnorance and lack of
attention to details as wel as their insolence, callousness, lack of
empathy and respect toward patients. And I dont fear them as much as
I want to kill them sometimes. I don't go to them other than for
convenience. AS in rather than smuggle my drugs from Mexico I po get
them legally. With a prescription.
If there is a condition I need hlep with I do have some doctor
friends and I now how to pick outa doctor who will know things that I
do not know. ITis not personal. When my thyroid acted up I did not
know the ropes. I researched and went to a doc who gueded me. Now my
shrink gives me my Rx for my thyroid. No moere blood tests for it
howerver. Antibiotics instead of shots can be goten from a veterinary
feed supply store for pennies on the dollar. ITis not even necessary
to go to a doctor for most probems. It is as easy as shipping at a 7-
11. Antibitic pills cost 50 cents each. And it is is legal.

--- In 000-Fear-Of-Doctors@yahoogroups.com, "rstein300"
<rstein300@...> wrote:
>
> My grandfather was the family doctor and he gave shots for
> everything! This happened on a regular basis from when I was 3
until
> 13. The entire family would gather 'round to watch while I screamed
> bloody murder. If I ever got sick, I worried to death that my
> grandfather would be called. I begged my mother not to call him
> because I knew I might get a shot. This is also true for the
routine
> injections that I got during these ages.
>
> Once, I was at a friend's house playing and my mother called on the
> phone. She asked me to come home because she had a surprise for me.
> When I got home, I heard someone say "Here he is." I was very
> excited as I saw my mom and a few relatives in the kitchen all
> laughing. One of them said "Come here Timmy, we have something for
> you." I entered the kitchen only to find my grandfather boiling
> water, sterilizing a needle!!! I immediately panicked because I
knew
> what that meant. My happiness turned to tears and I began to cry
> hysterically. "No please!!! I don't want a shot! Please mommy!!!"
>
> Several relatives grabbed me and walked me into the living room
> toward the couch. Laughingly, they said "Come on Timmy, it's just a
> shot." They all laid me down on the couch and held me flat on my
> stomach. One of them started unbuttoning my pants as the others
held
> my arms and legs. I was crying hysterically as I felt my pants and
> underwear being pulled down to my knees.
>
> One of them yelled to my grandfather "Are you almost ready… he's on
> the couch" He'd yell back "Just hold him there. I'm almost done." I
> was crying like crazy as I laid there helplessly, begging them not
> to give me the shot. They all kind of laughed and said "It'll be
> okay Timmy. It'll be over real soon. You have to get this shot." I
> remember laying there crying hysterically for at least 10 minutes,
> knowing my grandfather would come in any moment.
>
> Suddenly, my grandfather would walk in holding a tray and set it
> down on the end table. My mother, aunt, grandmother, and cousin
> were holding me down with my pants pulled all the way to my knees,
> as I continued to cry, Tears were flying everywhere. All I could
> feel where many hands holding every part of my body as I laid there
> with my butt exposed, terrified of what was about to happen.
>
> From the corner of my eye I saw my grandfather walk into the living
> room holding a tray. He placed it down on the end table. I'll never
> forget that strong smell of the alcohol. That smell alone made me
> cringe.
>
>
>
> I knew I was very close to feeling that dreadful needle. As I
> continued to freak out, I'd suddenly feel the cold, wet alcohol
> being swabbed on my butt. I knew it was getting closer and I
> struggled even harder. But the harder I struggled, the harder they
> all held me. Everybody was laughing and cracking jokes as I laid
> there in panic. This was my last and final moment for I knew that
> after the alcohol, came the needle.
>
> From the corner of my eye, I saw my grandfather pick up the needle.
> All I could think about was how much it was going to hurt when he
> jabbed that thick needle into me; the sting of the needle, followed
> by the burning pain as he pushed it deep into my butt. I knew the
> needle would hurt like a bitch and then my muscle would be on fire
> from the medicine.
>
> My grandfather was now out of view and I was shrieking even more. I
> knew it was coming any moment. I had been through this before and
> they always did it the same way. My mother started rubbing my head
> and said "I'm sorry honey. I know it's gonna hurt but you have to
> have it."
>
> Together, my mother, aunt, grandmother, and cousin all started
> counting to three - verrrry slowly.
>
> Now I was in total panic because I knew at three, came the needle.
> So verrrry slowly, they all joined together and started……
>
> one……… .Two………. THREE!!!!
>
> OWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!! OW!!! OW!!! OW!!!!
>
> I felt the entire 2 inch needle go deep into my butt and I will
> NEVER forget it. It burned like crazy and kept getting worse every
> second.
>
> As he slowly injected the medicine, I screamed and cried like a
> madman, begging them to stop. They all just kept smiling and
> laughing as the medicine burned away. I heard someone say "I bet
> that hurts." I felt every bit of the medicine burn as it went into
> me. My butt was on fire and I was helpless to move. On and on I
> could feel the ugly stinging of the medicine as it entered me. It
> was always a large dose back then and it took a long time to
inject.
> My butt just kept burning and burning and I became hoarse from
> screaming.
>
> "You're doing good Timmy. Just a little bit more," I would hear
> someone say.
>
> OWWWW!!!!! STOP!!!!! IT HURTS!!!!!!!! STOP IT!!!!!!!
>
> Suddenly, he would yank the needle out and I'd scream real hard.
> Even that hurt! The whole thing was horrible and it lasted a long
> time. I laid there crying for like 15 minutes afterwards as my
> mother comforted me.
>
> I was hysterical and all they did was laugh and make fun of me! My
> butt continued to hurt even after the shot was finished. I'd
finally
> get the guts to get off the couch and pull up my pants and walk
away
> crying and limp to my room. I didn't talk to anyone after that. I
> remember laying on my bed with my butt hurting real bad. I once
> looked at where I got the shot and it was a big red inflamed mark
> where the needle went in. Even that scared me to death!
>
> Another bad part was waking up in the morning and still having a
> sore butt. Not only was it painful but embarrassing. I had to face
> all these people the next day and listen to them goof about it.
What
> made it even worse was, a few days later, when I met my friend
> again, he said he heard I got a needle when I left his house. It
> seems that my brother told all of my friends what happened. It was
> embarrassing to know that they all knew what happened.
>
> For the next few days, every time I walked I cringed in pain. It
was
> like I just got the shot and it was days later!!!
>
> I got shots, one way or another, a few times each year. All of them
> were in my butt because that's what my grandfather insisted. He
used
> a large glass syringe and a needle that had to be boiled in water.
> All the shots I got back then hurt like hell but no one seemed to
> care. It didn't really matter how much I screamed or resisted. I
was
> getting it no matter what. I never knew when I would come home and
> find a needle waiting. Trust me; you NEVER want your relative being
> your doctor. I never saw him as my grandfather. I saw him as
someone
> to fear if he felt I needed a shot.
>
> If you had any similar experiences I would love to hear about it.
> Most of my childhood, was in terror over possibly getting a shot
> without warning. It has affected me to this day. I'm curious to
know
> if anyone else has had anything similar happen? Please email me at
> rstein2@..., if you'd like.
>