Throwback Thursday No. 38: Doctors and Dentists #TBThursday

Lauren takes the wheel this week and tells us her prompt is Remembering Visits to Doctors and/or Dentists.

Where doctor/dentist appointments a regular part of your childhood? I believe we went to the doctor once a year for checkups, but other than that we didn’t go to the doctor unless there was a bone showing. I went to the dentist sporadically until high school, once to have all my baby teeth pulled to give the permanent teeth a chance to grow (Mom thought I needed braces), another time to deal with a tooth that turned out to need a root canal.

Did you go for well-checks or just when you were ill or in pain? As I said above, we went to the dotor once a year for school. Other than that, I went a couple of times with a broken arm, numerous times to get stitches (prompting Dad to say, "we’d better have another, this one’s not going to last") and I think one or two other times when I did something stupid.

Were you frightened by the medical professionals? If so, were there specific reasons? Not as frightened as they were of me…

Were your parents afraid of medical professionals? I really can’t say.

Was waiting in the exam room stressful to you? Not at all. Boring, more than anything.

Did your early visits result in your being afraid of needles? No. I didn’t like them, but they didn’t frighten me.

Does the sight of your own blood bother you? I’m OK with it.

Did you ever have the need to go to an emergency room? Oh yeah. See above.

Did your early experiences impact your current attitudes about medical care? Not at all…

7 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday No. 38: Doctors and Dentists #TBThursday

  1. Oh man, yes..I go to the doctors but have been very frustrated with some since they do not have an understanding of my Ehlers-Danlos. Some believe that, unless you can contort yourself into a pretzel, you don’t have it. They don’t think there are different severities but the constant pain is bad.
    My mom was good in taking us to the drs if we got hurt. I ended up at the emergency every year in high school because the bullies always tried to break my fingers or hand but it would just swell up.
    Dentists were not a priority because it would be a huge hassle on my mom to get me to go . I too, had to get my baby teeth put because I refused to open up my mouth. Later, when I was a young teen, I went to the dentist, my godfather, who didn’t listen to me when I told him I could still feel everything. He told me to shut up and he drilled. I felt it all. From that moment I had a phobic fear of dentist’s until I was forced ro go on 1993. That dentist was a Saint and told me I needed more needles because of my Ehlers.


  2. Thanks for joining in John. Your gifs always make me laugh. The only question I have is, why should the doctors be afraid of you?


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