Though there were others, a search through the nooks and crannies of my mind reveals only one incident that I can actually remember going to the doctor. Dad took me to the office. A nurse ushered me into a room where I was told to lie on my stomach on the table. Within seconds I felt a shooting pain in my backside. I jerked and voiced a rather loud “owww!” This resulted in no sympathy. No sucker or stickers. I was coldly instructed to get up and go back to the waiting room.
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