From: "Mikey"Subject: ~New Story: Pamper the Sick Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1998 02:39:14 -0600 Pamper the Sick mpa3@prodigy.net My mom only "babied" me when I was sick. It was about the same thing every time, so I guess I'll just tell you about one time. I must have been about 13, maybe fourteen. The school nurse sent me home with a fever of a hundred and one, and of course, as she always did, my mom sent me right up to bed. I had just gotten comfortable, when my mom came into my room carrying "the sick kit" which was kept in a closet in the hall for just such an occasion. "How's my little angel?" She asked feeling my forehead. "I don't feel good!" I whinned. "Well, let's get you better then, Okay?" She suggested as she pulled my quilt off me. I just nodded, and she went right to work. Without a word, my mom leaned over me and unbuckled my belt, then unzipped my pants and lowered them to my ankles before pulling them free from my legs. Familler with the system, i sat up, and raised my arms, allowing mom to remove my shirt and undershirt, then laid back down. Next, my mom stuck her fingers under the waistband of my fruit-of-the-loom brief, and pulled it off, like she had done with my pants just moments before. Now I was totally naked, laying in my bed, as my mom reached into the sick kit and pulled from it a thermometer and a jar of vaseline. Seeing the items in her hand, I rolled over on to my stomach and rested my head in my pillow as I waited for her tot ake my tempature. I guess to you, it might seem strange for a teenager to have his tempature taken rectally, but it was normal to me. Mom said it was more accurate that way, and it was important to know what my "real" tempature was. I couldn't help but squirm as the cold steel tip of the thermometer entered me, but my mom rubbed my back in a most comforting way to relax me. "Still 101.0" My mom announced, after removing the thermometer. Then she wiped the extra vaseline off me with a baby wipe she had gotten from the tub of them in the sick kit. I rolled back over on to my back and relaxed a little, knowing that the most uncomfortable part of getting better was over, for now. My mom removed another item from the sick kit, a white disposable diaper, made for teens with disabilities, but used in this case to help me get better. The reasoning was, that any doctor would tell you to stay in bed when you are sick, so the diaper was to help me to stay in bed. I lifted up an inch or two, allowing my mom to slide the diaper under my bum, before lowering onto the thick soft padding of the brief. Gently, my mom sprinkled baby powder over my privates and rubbed it in. The powder would keep me dry and make sure I didn't get a rash from the diaper, but it also smelled real nice. Mom said I walways smelled like a little baby when she put the powder on me. The she closed the diaper around me with the sticky tapes. it was kind of snug, but I knew it would loosen up a little on it's own, so I didn't complain. Next came the rubber pant. For years, just a diaper had been enough, but as I got older and started making more pee, the diapers had started toleak, so now I had to wear a rubber pant over the diaper to keep all the pee (and poop) inside where it belonged until the diaper could absorb it all. Mom shook the rubber pant out in front of me, and sprinkled a little powder in it, before pulling them over my feet, up my legs and over the thick diaper that was around my waist and privates. With my diaper in place, mom got me a pair of pajamas from my dresser. a two-peice flannel set with a looney toon print on them. i usually wore just a pair of boxers at night, but mom insisted on jammies when I was ill, besides she says I look cute in them. All dressed and ready for bed, Mom had me sit up once more as she took a spoon and two glass bottles from the sick kit. The first bottle "Childrens Tylenol" was medicine to get rid of my fever and make sure nothing hurt me. I watched as mom poured the medicine into the sppon until it was full, and then raised it to my lips. I closed my eyes, and opened my mouth, and quickly swallowed the fowl tasting liquid. The second bottle was labeled "Fletcher's Castoria" it was a laxitive, but one that actually tasted good! it was root beer flavored, and once, when I was little I had had to wear diapers for a whole week becuase I drank the whole bottle, I liked it that much! This time though, I only got to have two tablespoons of the caster-oil like medicine. Mom said this stuff was the most important thing to help me get better, becuase the only way to get better was to get rid of what was making you sick, so I had to have the laxitive to make my body "go" a little faster. My mom kissed me on the forehead, and laid my back into bed. She puleld the covers over me and up to my neck and tucked me in nice and snug. "Get better baby" she said softly, as she turned off my light and left me to sleep and get better. Two or three days of this same routine and I was normally better, but sometimes she would baby me for an extra day or two, just to make sure. I guess that's why I like catching colds so much :) The End