Commentüs on: Doctors, nurses, dentists and others

By: Sixty-four « Blogging in Paris

Sixty-four « Blogging in Paris — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 09:07:22 +0000

[...] when I started feeling that this was behind me, I had to accept a daily pill. I must admit that I hate taking medicine and seeing doctors. So, this was a blow but when the doctor suggested that if I didn’t take the medication and [...]

By: maya

maya — Wed, 14 May 2008 01:51:00 +0000

I think I know how you felt. When I was five, I had the bones in my feet “reset.” Before that, I walked with my feet turning inward severely, so I didn’t walk well. This was in the early-1970s. I had heavy plaster casts on both my feet, up to the knee, and had to be carried everywhere. Fortunately, this didn’t go on for an entire year, but certainly for long enough.

By: On my father’s shoulders « Blogging in Paris

On my father’s shoulders « Blogging in Paris — Mon, 05 May 2008 22:37:53 +0000

[...] they couldn’t decide whether he should undergo surgery or not. So six years after I had been forced to lie in my parents’ bed for something that felt like ever, it was his turn. I remember this well, how my mother bought our [...]

By: Terri

Terri — Tue, 25 Jul 2006 23:31:20 +0000

Did I really read here that you “hate nurses?” Hmmm,
but I won’t take it personally. (smile)
I had the same reaction to them and doctors as a child.
I was terrified of injections and maybe that’s why I worked so hard in nurses training
to learn the proper technique and avoiding pain to the patient.
I think I cried my way through my Pediatrics training…it really bothered me to see
children sick.

By: Joy

Joy — Tue, 25 Jul 2006 04:33:13 +0000

Oh Claude, not only do we have our dislike for doctors and such…but we also have grandmothers who loved playing cards with us hours on end. I spent many such hours with my paternal grandmother….what a joy she was. She was the reason for my love of cards today. When you wrote of that shivering fear…I remember feeling the same way….oh, that horrible anticipation. Just because I’m a grown up doesn’t mean I like it any better…I just can’t complain to my Mommy…not that it got me anywhere. Thanks for the sweet mention Claude…

By: golden lucy

golden lucy — Mon, 24 Jul 2006 19:01:40 +0000

I was also frustratingly cut off the internet—for nearly three days. I went into withdrawal! In any case, Joy\’s post was classic. I think many people of a certain age had prolonged confinement in childhood. You obviously suffered tremendously but you had a chance to share the company of your family to a degree many children miss. Not that you had a choice, of course!

Once again, I do so enjoy the photos of Monsieur Mounir.

By: SAZ aka Susan

SAZ aka Susan — Mon, 24 Jul 2006 16:17:33 +0000

I hate it when children are sick - just not natural. I can understand why you hate the thought of doctors, nurses and shots.

I wish there was an English translation of your children’s book. I linked to your previous post and it sounds charming! There are still books I search for that I had as a child but can’t find - even with Google and Ebay!

By: Alan G

Alan G — Mon, 24 Jul 2006 12:07:49 +0000

Loved the photo of your “Dummy Doctor”.

Sounds like you had a rough go of it there for a while as a child. And that clamor in the kitchen preparing for shots had to be very unsettling.

Went over and read Judy’s “They Walk Among Us” and just as you said, really funny!