I was back at my home town a few weeks ago. I met my older sister for lunch and after we ate, we took a stroll around town. We came to an empty lot that was very familiar to both of us. It was the corner lot where our pediatrician's office used to be. The building is gone and so is he. We stood there for a moment and I asked her if she remembered what used to be there.
She said she did and so did every kid who passed through those doors growing up.
We talked about the building itself. It was as clear to both of us as when we were growing up. It was a single floor building that was especially designed for a single doctor and his staff, none of whom had Carnegie Training. You walked in the front door directly into the waiting room. To the left was the counter where the receptionist was located. The waiting room was rather bland and always quiet with the exception of an occasional whimpering youth. This came mostly from kids who were going to get shots that day.
Beyond the double doors were the exam rooms. The first room on the left was a bathroom for the taking of urine samples. The first room on the right was for shots and blood draws. Down the singular hallway were four exam rooms, two on each side.The exam rooms were undistinguished. They all had an exam table, a scale, a sink, a counter and cabinet with instruments placed in particular positions. The smell was always the strong odor of alcohol and it also had a medicinal smell.The last two rooms in the hallway were devoted to the doctor's private office and consultation room and the other was a file room/nurses station.
Back toward the rear of the office, a T was formed and there were three procedure rooms. I was treated to being in two of them, I won't go into why. I did notice the variety of enema related device available for use. I never received an enema in the office, but I did have two friends who admitted to it and they said it was anything but enjoyable. I asked my sister if she had ever been in the third procedure room. She just laughed and said, "That was where all the gynecological exams were done."
We told a few stories and then we walked away. We were having a good laugh about our pediatric experiences. Then my sister looked at me and said, " we weren't laughing so much then were we."